“You know, I think we’re lost,” a young girl with dark green hair sighed. “We’ve gone past that same duck statue ten times.”

“I’m positive we’re not lost! See! My map says we’re almost there!” A young man with bright red hair huffed in anger while pointing to a map in his hand. “If it says we’re almost there, we’re almost there!”

“I don’t think we’re going the right direction anymore… why don’t we find one of those telephone booths and call for help?” The young girl frowned at the dismissive wave of a hand her friend just gave her.

“And what do you propose we tell them? We’re near a duck statue in the middle of nowhere and we need to find the closest town?” The red haired man sighed, “I think not. Speaking of which, where are we anyways? Did we take a wrong turn back in Siberia…?”