From Aglet's perspective at floor level, the corridors of the town hall all look the same. He's already been turned around twice -- he thinks --- and has no idea where he is or where he's come from. So far, though, he's chalking that up to how confusing new places always are for him, not aware that this time, he really does have an excuse for being lost. Hand on the wall, he huddles behind a plinth, watching to be sure he's not being watched, then darts along the wall in the direction of the next hiding spot.