❝ Okay, that’s the third time we’ve passed this building. Are you sure you know where you’re going? ❞At least, he was pretty sure that he’d seen that building more than once, but then again most of them were beginning to meld together and look alike from the shape of the windows to the design on the front door. Maybe it was all in his head, but they all made him feel smaller no matter the windows or doors or color of the bricks—-it even made the reason he came here seem smaller, more impossible. Mike tried not to dwell on it too much, far too aware of the amount of time they’ve spent just walking, seemingly going nowhere fast.During the brief silence between his query and her reply, he takes to glazing over the people walking beside them, past them, on the other side of the street, though he takes none of it in. Every face looks blurry in his periphery vision, and he imagines it’s like that for everybody else, too. How were they supposed to find anyone with this many people around? That thought drags a sigh from his lips and allows his shoulders to droop slightly, tired and frustrated and disappointed all at once—-it’s only now that he decides to look towards her once more, gauging her reaction with the expression on her face and her choice of words. ❝ We’re lost, aren’t we? ❞
