Rain beats down against the carriage rooftop. Drops of it occasionally hit you, but you're shielded by the roof above, thankfully. Although the path ahead is hard to see in the darkness, you make do with the lantern hanging by you and what little light the moon gives. Although, initially, you were hesitant to go by horse carriage, the originally rickety looking vehicle was fairing surprisingly well against the muddy terrain.

"If we had taken my car, we would've been there by now." Wiffle Ball grumbles, shifting in her seat slightly. Checkbook had entrusted you to drive the carriage, currently taking a nap inside, and wanted her to keep an eye on you, hence why you're both out there. The reins are held gently in your hands, the horse carrying the cart content to continue down the path, shielded by the onslaught of rain by the rain sheet it's wearing.

"This is a scientific expedition, and we're coming here on a rickety horsecart. If she actually cared about science we would've been there days ago." Trees surround the area, so thick and abundant it's hard to see anything through them.