Flick really didn't think his sense of direction was that bad. He had intended to take a stroll, get his bearings in this new place. Considering Pell and some of the residents had been here for an awful long time, it was a distinct possibility that he'd be here for a while. So, walking. Checking out the sights, seeing where he might be of use. If it was one thing Flick hated besides specific people, it was idleness, he had an innate need to be useful. Or was that just Saltrock indoctrination?

Either way he had set out, looking at different buildings, he had really wanted to check out some of the Temples, but he couldn't seem to make it. At first, he chalked it up to being new, easily turned around without the sun and that creepy cave ceiling above him. But now? Now he couldn't seem to get home. What were his options? Send out a telepathic call to Pell and hope he heard?

That would be so embarrassing. Sure, Pell and Flick had been through a lot of embarrassing situations. Although, really, it was mostly Pell doing the embarrassing. This would be new. He really did think his sense of direction was better than this.

Help? Anyone?

"Hello? I don't suppose anyone can give me some directions?"