Xibalba's streetsBut he couldn't see.
When he turned around, the breadcrumbs Hansel laid out so carefully were gone without a trace. No glow under the moonlight would help him find them now, it was as if the birds had eaten them all. Only the man who was behind Joseph could be seen. Had he-
Suddenly, a sharp pang of static scratched in Joseph's skull. A shrill noise, white hot like melting metal coursing through one's brain, and for a split second he saw a smiling figure winking at Joseph knowingly, as if to mock him. As if it knew what it came for. An abyss that wasn't here was watching him.
But it was but a moment, and the vision was gone as if it were never there. There were only two in this intersection, three if you counted the outsider. So when the static stopped, the boy sweetest Joseph followed removed his headphones and looked irritated.
"No, I'm fine."
And before the older man could even make a reply, he took off with even greater urgency, leaving to wherever he was headed with what seemed for a moment like genuine worry. The old man sighed and shook his head, then turned around to tend to his garden. It seemed he wasn't addressing our little Hansel, he had never even taken account of our most precious Alice. But would he press on and search for the candied house, despite the witch's presence? Would he chase the rabbit until he reached the end of the hole inside his own mind? What would he do?
What will you do, Joseph?