[Stephen watches her for a couple seconds, squinting at the path she takes. He looks down at his own footprints again, turning in place as a thought occurs to him that his directional sense can't quite parse. Stephen squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head, but when he opens them again it's all still there. He trudges after Steph, raising his voice.]
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but when he opens them again it's all still there. He trudges after Steph, raising his voice.]
We're going around it.