Josh looks at the door before them, which leads into a dimly lit tunnel, considerably larger than the one they have just left. "So, you've changed your mind about the petting zoo, huh?" he says.
Marie looks back at him, frowning. "What do you mean? We're going the other way!"
Josh looks at her, puzzled. "No we're not. Can't you smell it?"
Marie sniffs at the air and grimaces. "Yuck - you're right. I must've got distracted. Let me get back... uh... that way, right?" she says, pointing. Josh nodded.
Marie shuffles on towards the opposite door, and Josh follows her.
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"And there we... oh, cripes!"
The door in front of them, Josh notices, is the very same door they just came in through. "Wait, how can this be?" he says, frowning. "We just went straight on, there's no way we can have turned to... to the..." and he waves his right hand about.
"To the left. No, the other one. Whatever," says Marie, frowning in turn. "OK, now let's try that again. That's the door, isn't it?" she asks, pointing again at the right door.
Again, Josh nods.
---=== ... ===---
Again, the smell is unmistakable. This is the wrong door, Josh thinks.
"This is the wrong door," says Marie, an edge of frustration in her voice.
Josh is about to step closer and pat her on the shoulder or something (wondering, at the same time, how they could ever get lost in one room with a kiddie maze), when she snaps. "FUCK!" she suddenly shouts, slamming a violent back-kick on one of the padded walls.
"Uh... Marie? What's wrong?" OK, not the brightest question, but...
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" she snaps back, somewhere between anger and tears. "I'm getting lost in a miniature maze, this place stinks, my knees hurt, my shirt chafes, my wrists are killing me, and all because of this - fucking - funhouse!" she says, punctuating the last three words with angry, two-legged kicks at the wall - and ripping away what's left of her shorts in the process.
"Look... try and calm down, OK?" says Josh, more than a little worried by the Marie's abrupt reaction - and bothered by a nagging feeling that something isn't quite right, something he can't really put his finger on...