A Hands-Off Approach

Emily wandered through the maze, jumping at her own reflection, without guidance of any kind. Every twist and turn only seemed to get her even more lost. How big was this place, anyway?

Nathan, feeling guilty, watched from behind the walls, the remote control burning a hole in his pocket. With just a touch of a button he could blow up Emily's shirt, dump cold water on her, drop her down a trapdoor, even throw a custard pie in her face. But he wasn't going to. It would be morally wrong.

He watched her creep around, knowing he should probably help her find her way out. But she was supposed to be testing the funhouse, wasn't she? Shouldn't she have the same experience as a guest? And anyway, he didn't want to rob her of the satisfaction of doing it herself. Yes, the best thing to do was just let her figure it out on her own.

Surely she'd find her way out. Any moment now. She wouldn't accidentally blunder deeper into the maze, triggering even worse traps and finding even more dangerous rooms, or anything like that.