Goro spends three minutes in the woods and immediately he leads the two of you down a ditch and into a mirror hall of trees that make all paths look alike. The rain dampens his hair quickly, rendering the map illegible and sliding across the dirt still clinging to his sleeves.

His fingertips dig into the map tightly, beginning to scrunch up the already ruined sheet and he hears your boots crunch quietly as you come up behind him.

He feels a strange urge to laugh, or punch a tree even though it’ll hurt him more than the wood, or trudge into the lake and start crying or rip the map into shreds. He feels a little delirious.

“We’re lost!” He crumples the paper into a miserable little ball and throws it into the lake, glancing back at you with an almost disbelieving expression, “We’re lost and it’s raining and I just threw our map away! Crazy, right?”