"Not quite." Quinn and the brothers crouched as they felt the ceiling dip all of a sudden. "Over time I got a little too confident--and soon enough, I was getting lost. And before you know it, it's like being locked out of your own house."
"Aww, that sucks," muttered Harvey.
Hal's imagination had countermeasures every time he felt fear creeping up on him. This particular moment sent his imagination into overdrive. Before him, clowns and various circus attractions were weaving through the labyrinth's many passages. He even thought he saw a pink elephant flying past them--a sentinel over the entire maze.
Soon and very soon, the fear was replaced by bliss. Hal couldn't explain it, but it was bliss. The labyrinth's stony walls were no longer scary to look at. Rather, there were all sorts of flowers growing on them. A giant discoball flashed speckled rainbows all over the cavern. Not for the epileptic, for sure.
Harvey and Quinn may not see what Hal sees, but it didn't stop them. All it did with Hal is take out the fear.
What felt like an hour of weaving through the maze finally paid off. Quinn found the heart of the maze--his humble abode. A stone cabin in the middle of the conundrum.
"Shall I show you around?" Quinn pushed the brothers forward as he reached over them to push the door open. It took some of his strength to open it; the door was huge and heavy, made of the same stone that comprises the labyrinth. It was sturdy enough to endure the force of Quinn's hand--something not even Harvey or Hal (combined together, even) could match. Even Quinn had to admit--with all these around, it's hard for any thief to break into his house.
The dimming light poured into the small cabin. It was as simple as simple can get; all the necessities fit in one floor, with a few walls dividing it into four separate rooms. There was no hint of any electronic in the house; even the lighting in the cabin was by candle.
"Simple but sweet," said Quinn. "Isn't it?"
"You're not kidding," said Harvey. He already spotted the bed, which was in what he presumed was the living room. The walls were lined with bookshelves; while not all were full, it looked as if there were enough books to last years.
Hal picked a random book from the shelves. Dust scattered at his pull; Hal let out a cough or two before he wiped the cover clean of dust--which just made him cough some more.
"Aww, that sucks," muttered Harvey.
Hal's imagination had countermeasures every time he felt fear creeping up on him. This particular moment sent his imagination into overdrive. Before him, clowns and various circus attractions were weaving through the labyrinth's many passages. He even thought he saw a pink elephant flying past them--a sentinel over the entire maze.
Soon and very soon, the fear was replaced by bliss. Hal couldn't explain it, but it was bliss. The labyrinth's stony walls were no longer scary to look at. Rather, there were all sorts of flowers growing on them. A giant discoball flashed speckled rainbows all over the cavern. Not for the epileptic, for sure.
Harvey and Quinn may not see what Hal sees, but it didn't stop them. All it did with Hal is take out the fear.
What felt like an hour of weaving through the maze finally paid off. Quinn found the heart of the maze--his humble abode. A stone cabin in the middle of the conundrum.
"Shall I show you around?" Quinn pushed the brothers forward as he reached over them to push the door open. It took some of his strength to open it; the door was huge and heavy, made of the same stone that comprises the labyrinth. It was sturdy enough to endure the force of Quinn's hand--something not even Harvey or Hal (combined together, even) could match. Even Quinn had to admit--with all these around, it's hard for any thief to break into his house.
The dimming light poured into the small cabin. It was as simple as simple can get; all the necessities fit in one floor, with a few walls dividing it into four separate rooms. There was no hint of any electronic in the house; even the lighting in the cabin was by candle.
"Simple but sweet," said Quinn. "Isn't it?"
"You're not kidding," said Harvey. He already spotted the bed, which was in what he presumed was the living room. The walls were lined with bookshelves; while not all were full, it looked as if there were enough books to last years.
Hal picked a random book from the shelves. Dust scattered at his pull; Hal let out a cough or two before he wiped the cover clean of dust--which just made him cough some more.
