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[grapesarebetter]

I remember why I don't like this time of year.

[Residential ghost-talker is staring at the brown and dried cornstalks hay. He's been in here for almost an hour now, trying to find the other side.]

Oi! Anyone!

[A small little black cloud wandered toward him, too low to be a person. In fact he hears a meow. Insert scowl.]Go away cat. Unless you

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[rlyangrylepers]

Aw man, what the hell?!

*That would be the sound a very loud, irritated Texan, also lost in the cornstalks.*

What is this, Oklahoma?! This isn't funny!

[grapesarebetter]

[Cue looking around and ignoring the cat-cloud.]

Someone else is stuck in here. Great.

[Still being with someone else is better than being stuck in here alone. Ryoma quickly moves through the maze.]

Oi! Mister! Where are you!

[rlyangrylepers]

Over here!

*Trying to mark his location, Nick shakes a couple of the cornstalks roughly.*

[grapesarebetter]

[A few minutes later a very irritated brat of twelve years comes around a corner.

He'll stare at you for a couple of minutes. Haven't seen you before.]

Tch. Aren't you tall enough to see over it?

[He doesn't mean to be rude, that's just the way he is.]

[stuckonwrist]

There was actually someone else as well in the car. An alien, one that was like a blue moth. It left a trail of chilled air and its whisper-like voice was muttering.

"I should have flown over," muttered Big Chill.

[grapesarebetter]

[He doesn't hear the voice but the brat-kid shivers all the same.]

Something more than a cat's ghost in here...

[stuckonwrist]

Big Chill then noticed him and swooped down, merging into the visible spectrum. "Excuse me," he said, a gust of icy wind accompanying the statement. "Can you tell me the way out?"

[grapesarebetter]

[He's used to ghosts and their clouds but actually seeing something else appear takes Ryoma a bit to react to. Forgive the stare if you will.]

...No.

[Flat refusal, but a reason for it as well.]

I'm lost so I wouldn't know it.