[i][b]Frisk, Grand Central Terminal[/b][/i]
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The child simply had not noticed the sniper. Frisk continued onwards down the street, the spaghetti an ever present eye-catching feature. It was one thing for there to be a child on the streets, but a child with [i]spaghetti[/i]? Truly the enigma code of their time. While Frisk failed to notice their being observed, it was difficult to ignore how this circumstance seemed to strangely mirror their first venture into strange places. Waking up in a bed of flowers, but with no flower-friend to greet them this time around. No parental goats yet either.

A good or a bad thing? They couldn't say. 

Frisk's ventures through the Underground had taught them much, mostly about puzzles and people - especially the former - and this situation was starting to feel like a puzzle, just less of a spikes-blocking-the-way kind of puzzle and more of a how-to-make-this-situation-progress-positively puzzle. There was some 'switch' they had to find to open the way, to move forward... - Aaand they'd completely forgotten the first thing they'd learned in the ruins. 

The solution to a puzzle was never too far from where it started. There was a mechanism which allowed it to progress, so...

Aaand back to the place they'd woken up in. Frisk turned on their heel and made their way back inside Grand Central Terminal, and decided to actually look around the place carefully this time. The child couldn't say much about the layout of the place, but it seemed like it used to be some sort of communal transport station... like trains. Woah. There had to be something which would give the child some indication of what to do in this situation.