They decide to take a little detour, and James begins walking down the other street, to slip into the alleyway.]
And yeah, I don't think I can tell you how many times I had to backtrack in this place just to get where I wanted. I found a few maps of the town, too, and that helped.
[Which adds to the slight irony of James feeling... turned around once they pass through the alleyway and cut through an empty, dusty bar. Because, ironically, yes, this appears to lead in the opposite direction of where he intends to go — but how is that possible when the hotel could not be farther away from the graveyard?
Yet they approach a creaky gate, and there's no doubt about where they are. James approaches the entrance with confusion clear on his face.]
no subject
[At least, he doesn't really plan to.
They decide to take a little detour, and James begins walking down the other street, to slip into the alleyway.]
And yeah, I don't think I can tell you how many times I had to backtrack in this place just to get where I wanted. I found a few maps of the town, too, and that helped.
[Which adds to the slight irony of James feeling... turned around once they pass through the alleyway and cut through an empty, dusty bar. Because, ironically, yes, this appears to lead in the opposite direction of where he intends to go — but how is that possible when the hotel could not be farther away from the graveyard?
Yet they approach a creaky gate, and there's no doubt about where they are. James approaches the entrance with confusion clear on his face.]
What the hell?