[When the man bursts into the courtyard, Wilhelm shifts direction to jog toward him. He has his hand pulled inside the sleeve of his sweatshirt and pressed to his nose and mouth. All that can be seen of his expression is the hard slant of his eyes and the furrow that appears between his eyebrows.]
I noticed. [His eyes fall briefly on the wriggling bundle in the man's arms. A baby? Or some kind of animal?] So how do we get the hell out of here?
[There's a note of panic ringing in this question. If this man is the one who created this place, then he should know a way out. But he could just as likely be an outsider who blipped in by mistake like Wilhelm.]
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I noticed. [His eyes fall briefly on the wriggling bundle in the man's arms. A baby? Or some kind of animal?] So how do we get the hell out of here?
[There's a note of panic ringing in this question. If this man is the one who created this place, then he should know a way out. But he could just as likely be an outsider who blipped in by mistake like Wilhelm.]