This endless maze -- it's no wonder he never escaped before Daine came. Andrew surveys the labyrinth from atop the shelf, kneeling amongst the books. He loses sight of her for a moment or two, but then there's a screech to direct his attention (after it makes him want to flinch and cover his ears).

Shielding his eyes from the light with one hand, he peers in Daine's direction. "Is there a path through?" he calls back, hollering at the top of his lungs.