It was the right decision, Joey was sure. No way could he have explained Francaeur well enough, if at all, considering the absence of a voice...

Still, he felt bad. Felt bad for leaving that...guy? Thing. To stand and wait. The longer it took to get the supplies delivered, the more he wondered if he really was going to just stand there; hopefully he had something to do.

Well, he does have that little guitar...

Joey decided it was silly to worry, but worry was what he did all the same. It made him a pace quicker, trotting back the way he came, slowing at each intersection, trying to remember which tunnel was–

Oh.

Well, no need to worry about missing it; Francaeur wasn't exactly hard to miss.