Abigail plopped herself against the gray stone wall of the labyrinth and slid to the ground; Virginia desperately studied the walls for any sort of sign, signal or pattern.
“Hey, I can tell you where we are,” Abigail said, “lost. I think we are directly in the middle of lost.”
“That’s not helpful,” Virginia critiqued.
“Oh no? Golly, I was hoping to be more helpful in our final moments.”
“Okay,” Virginia thought aloud, “so we’ve gone left, right, middle, right, left, right, middle.”
“Great. I’ll write that down in my diary,” Abigail said with no intention of doing any such thing.
“Do you have any lipstick or a pencil or anything in your pocket?”
“No.”
“Nothing?” Virginia pleaded.
“I have a box-cutter. Ya know, if you want to end all this now,” Abigail said with a troubling lack of sarcasm.
“Give it to me. We can score the walls to see if we are walking around in circles.”
They did that thing, and after thirty minutes found that they were.
“Told ya,” Abigail said.
“Wait,” Virginia said. “If I give you a little boost, you should be able to pull yourself up to the top of the wall.”
Virginia boosted and Abigail climbed atop the stone wall. There was enough room to walk two abreast, and she could see the maze in its entirety. Most importantly, however, Abigail saw open green fields only ten feet in front of her.
“Well?” Virginia asked.
“I don’t see any way out,” Abigail said.