[ Technically, Ian's entirely right; in its original context, at Daedalus's hands, the labyrinth was a single road that would divide into two paths at intervals, one of which would invariably become a dead end. The way out was to choose the right path every single time, ignore the wrong one.

Ian's also a pretty descriptive speaker and Stephen King wishes, to be honest. That's some grade-A horror. However, it's almost entirely lost on Mace, whose expression grows increasingly bewildered the more Ian speaks.

With that flourish of an ending, he nods for a few seconds into the darkness in front of them, settling into a brief silence. Then, conversationally, ]

All I understood was the part about humidity, just so you know. You think it's a spooky sauna in there?

[ He's never been to Disney, and the last twilight zone reference he'd heard had been when he was maybe four years old. His eyes drift back to Ian's hands; the current piece is still coming along, but by now Mace can pinpoint it for what it actually is, and with a half-admiring, half-exasperated tone he adds, ]

And where the fuck have you been all my life?