[i][b]Frisk, Grand Central Terminal[/b][/i]
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The ground rumbling caused Frisk to falter in their reading of the tourist pamphlet, but little more. Something had just happened, but being indoors Frisk had no clue as to what that something was. 

They'd had returned to Grand Central Terminal a few moments ago and the first thing they noticed was how daunting the building looked from the outside, with a statue seemingly leering down at them when they'd entered. Once they'd made their way down the stairs leading to the iconic main "hall" of the station, the "switch" of the hypothetical puzzle became clear. The information booth, right in the centre of it all. So the child clambered their way into the booth, the golden door to the circular area remaining open behind them, and began searching for what they could. 

The computers probably wouldn't help. There was no power, let alone functional monitors, so the pamphlets behind the desks would have to do. The first one had read:

[h3]"[color=ed1c24]40[/color] Things [color=0072bc]to do[/color] in [color=ed1c24]New York!!!![/color]"[/h3]

Did Frisk really want to do 40 things? That's a lot of things to do. 

They put it down, deciding against the quest to do 40 things. Instead, they familiarized them self with the city's layout from a map and even a bit of the underground's.