“Okay,”
Fiona tells him, “I'll do what I can.”
They turn a
corner to a second dead end.
“Back the
way we came,” she says, walking back to the previous intersection,
carving a cross through the markings on the ground, then proceeding
to the one before that.
They
continue like this for some time, meeting dead ends, and doubling
back, sometimes three or four turnings. Fiona thinks she might
scream when they might find yet another dead end.
“Oh dear,”
she hears Strauss say, looking at the ground.
She looks
down to see an arrow carved into the ground. The arrow is pointing
towards the dead end.
