"How the hell am I ever gonna get out of here!" Roared a thundering cockney voice from the center of the maze, the maze shaking from the intensity, and the ground vibrating from his tantrum. Marlin was at a dead end...again. Having no meister, no sense of direction and no patients left him irritated beyond believe. Punching at the walls, stomping at the grounds and various shouts and grunts spouted from this anger before he sighed. He knew he had to get out of this place, but he knew he wasn't doing it without a meister to help. Retracing his steps as best he could, Marlin ended up more lost than he was before, which only fueled his eternal frustration. Marlin made sure to look out for anyone he might come into contact with, desperate for another to help him, but would obviously refuse to say that.