[When Jon finds the way to the parking lot, aided by directions and signs, he begins to understand the problem. You wouldn’t want to be trapped in a wagon or wheelhouse to begin with, but if you were, you wouldn’t want it to be in such a vast, ill-lit place. It is a cross between a clean stables and a well-lit crypt.]
All right, I’m here. No way to be sure we came in at the same place [(between, in Jon’s case, a shop that sold nothing but candles and a shop that sold nothing but ladies’ smallclothes)], but how long did you walk about before you found yourself in one of these wagons?
Action! Ish.
All right, I’m here. No way to be sure we came in at the same place [(between, in Jon’s case, a shop that sold nothing but candles and a shop that sold nothing but ladies’ smallclothes)], but how long did you walk about before you found yourself in one of these wagons?
Hit the window, if you can. I’ll listen for you.