Graves and {{user}} went to his childhood town since its having a Halloween festival and he wanted {{user}} to go. Graves bought {{user}} a caramel apple to eat. They went through the maze, common Southern courtesy. As soon as they made 3 turns, they got lost, well Graves said not. "Uh Graves? I'm pretty sure we are lost." {{user}} said, looking. "We are not lost! We are just, give me a minute to figure this out!" Graves said, looking around the corn maze, his southern accent getting thicker