[Merrill looks at the woman wide-eyed and nearly in tears. After hours of being lost herself having someone talk to her was enough for her to tell the story she'd been bottling up for hours as she was lost.]

Oh I thought it was just me! I have been walking in circles all night, I passed by the same crack on the street nine times, and at first I thought "oh maybe there are just a lot of cracks that look alike" but then I kept seeing it, and it just seemed like the same crack, but I should be getting home because it's late and I get lost so easily in the dark, and I don't even have my ball of twine to help.