This time, she squeezes back. A silent thank you. A grounding line. That is a horror she does not wish to break onto such a new acquaintance and his silence is a welcome promise not to dig into things better left alone.

She shakes her head at his apology, “It’s all right. Not your fault. Everything seems a bit… off here lately.” Like this labyrinth they find themselves stuck in at the moment. This is nothing like anything she’s seen inside the Horizon before.

“It looks like it goes for miles, in every direction,” she says, sliding more easily into a role of practicality. “But isn’t there a trick to mazes? Something about constantly turning left and you find the way out? Or was it right…?”