You turn around and prepare to run for help, but you can't seem to
find the path among the trees that surround the house. In fact, the
trees are so close together that you doubt you could squeeze between
them. You turn to Dave, who stares back at you, bewildered and a
little frightened.
"I'm sure that the path was there. We walked right up to the
house without turning," he says. "Where did it go, and what
should we do?"
"There's only one thing we can do," you reply
grimly.
