You spot a familiar store!

There! A hobby shop you visited last year!

It’s much different now than the sight you remember: the windows still had “models” in them, but now they were no longer little, plastic figurines but mannequins displaying the latest in women’s lingerie - you’d be half tempted to see what you’d look like in them...

B-but regardless, if only you could just remember which direction you left from that day or where you parked… or were you dropped off and then picked up? You glance to the street sign down the road - Macbeth St. - then back to the store, and finally, to the alley beside it…

It was rife with shadows, and you could make out the faint silhouettes of refuse and random objects against the small slice of light on the far side. It felt off… but you found yourself drawn to it.

I went down here… …at least, I think I did?

It cuts straight through the middle of a large block and something is telling you it’s what you want to do. You hope it’s your memory talking and that you’ll know where you are on the other side. Then again, you could just walk around…

You crane your neck, looking down each section of the block, seeing it extend for a while…

…it’s a possibility, but you don’t want to spend too much time here, or get lost again…