To the right it is then. Chiron has no problem going first as he heads down the tunnel, eyes everywhere, searching for features that would mean you have been this way before. Besides himself and McCree, there is only silence.

"I'm not seeing anything that jogs my memory," he remarks after several hundred yards, pausing in front of a sizable boulder. It gets marked, the squeak of marker on rock rather unpleasant.

"Yourself?"