[Gods. The sooner they can get back the better, the more they walk along the more Linhardt's thoughts drift a little bit to that night. Not that they hadn't been already for the past month, but even so, there's a lot that's still on his mind about it. And this situation right now is not helping matters any, not at all, and--

...We've been walking for quite a while, haven't we. The sun is starting to go down from the looks of it, and this seems like the worst case scenario.]

...Hubert, we're lost, aren't we?

[this day just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it]

Perhaps we should try to find somewhere as temporary shelter? At least for tonight. Our classmates and the Professor must be looking for us, after all.