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"Well, this is no good," says Dom. "We'll never find the way. Why don't we go back and ask directions at that weird sticky-looking house that smelt of biscuits?"
Billy looks at him, and at the bewildering forest, then touches him gently on the arm. "Dom," he says. "It's time to look at the map."