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None of this made sense. Where the hell were those glowing mushrooms? It wasn't that long ago that he and Pauline were flying through the air, overlooking the vast reaches of the forest. An area that glowed in the dark so much should've been like a beacon to them, but he didn't recall seeing anything like that.

Not to mention, wasn't this vision supposed to be a "memory" of the building? This part obviously wasn't taking place anywhere near this building.

...Or was it?

If all those glowing mushrooms hadn't been visible from the air, then... could it be that they were underground? Mushrooms could definitely grow in such a place. But there were trees there, too--and a lot of them. They couldn't grow underground, right?

The vision made it difficult to tell, since it was nighttime. He couldn't see the moon. Or any beams of moonlight among the trees. But that could've just been because the light from the mushrooms was washing them out.

Agh.

"Pauline," he said. It was his first word aloud in what felt like ages, and it was somehow strange to hear the sound of his own voice again. "Where are those giant mushrooms?"

The vision was still going on, but it was faltering, either because the events were now to too recent or because he'd fractured it by speaking up. Hector could see everyone, though, and that was all that mattered. They were just standing there, surrounded by so many of those unknown creatures.

Were they talking? Hector thought they might be, but it was too hard to tell.

Why wasn't Pauline answering him yet? Argh, this fucked-up-time shit was so annoying.

'I think they might be underground,' she finally said.

Really? But what about the trees? Ah, whatever, that wasn't important, right now. "Can you guide me to it?" he asked.