Silly boy, not thinking about the dress. At least not in that context.

He is, however, just as lost as she is, as a new maze is cut every year so there's no chance of remembering the path from year to year. Still, he keeps a good grip on her hand because while he has no problem getting lost inside himself, he'll be damned if he's letting them get separated in the process.

"Point is to make it to the centre and pick up our flag to prove we did it. Then find our way out again."