Eleven's mouth thinned, mind working through a few phrasings for prayers he might try for guidance. But where were they trying to go?

"We'll take the first exit we find," he decided. Whether that was back to the First District or somewhere else would decide their course. Though he somewhat hoped that they would find the mysterious eye and discover what it may have wanted.

Not liking the look of shadowed turns and corners, he drew the Sword of Light from its sheathe. He pointed it in the direction he intended to take and began to walk.

"..Do you have your bracelet, Isabel?"