Three men lie sleeping around a fire. Around them is a great maze of woods. They are lost. The fire crackles.
What was that?
I don’t know. It sounded like —
Shh — do you hear that?
I don’t hear anything.
The wind stopped.
So maybe when the light comes up we’ll be able to hear each other in the maze.
But where’s Terri?
I don’t know. I don’t know.
He was saying some weird things in his sleep last night. Really weird. And it was like he was wide awake and talking, but totally asleep.
He kept saying, ‘We’re not in a maze. We’re not in a maze.’
What’s wrong with that?
And then he was like, ‘We are the maze.’
You’re freaking me out. Besides, you know Terri. He reads stuff like that.
I’m getting a weird feeling about this. We didn’t wake up to a noise. We woke up because it got quiet.