[It's a mournful sound, and not one he's likely to forgot anytime soon; however, real though it might have been after the grief he must've caused her with his disappearance, it isn't real here.
Stopping at the crossroads of sorts, he recalls the hand-drawn map. In the end, with little time to waste before somebody notices the missing head and acts—to say nothing of the oncoming rain—he takes the path that veers up the bank and toward the buildings up above.]
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Stopping at the crossroads of sorts, he recalls the hand-drawn map. In the end, with little time to waste before somebody notices the missing head and acts—to say nothing of the oncoming rain—he takes the path that veers up the bank and toward the buildings up above.]