The moment Marcus ate every last crumb of his unfamiliar yet delicious meat, they headed to Marcus and Tyson's room to discuss their options. It was as if the more they understood what was going on, the less of an idea they had on how to get out.

"So, we've learned a lot of new information about the maze, but how does that help us get out?" Tyson asked when neither Sybil nor Marcus said anything for a few minutes.

"Well, we know that there is a way out. That's one thing that some of the guys I was traveling with started doubting," Sybil said thoughtfully. "If it was made for tourism, it makes sense that it would be so accommodating: matching clothing, speaking the same language, having just the right money."

"Blah, blah, blah. You still haven't said anything that can help us find a way out," Marcus said impatiently, never having been the patient one.

He wanted everything to be chewed up for him, making it easy to digest.

"Marcus, don't start with that!" Tyson said more harshly than he intended. "It helps to go through all the facts. Maybe something shakes out of them that we failed to see or didn't consider important enough."

"Such as?" Marcus asked, tired of the guessing game that the time maze was. "Dude, I just want to go home. Is that too much to ask?"

"We all want that, but if we are ever to find a way out, we have to be patient and work together, okay?" Tyson said soothingly, wondering if Marcus was even supposed to be participating in solving the puzzle when all he did was try to bring them down.

"Fine, call me when you come up with a way out instead of going through the same facts for the hundredth time," Marcus said, sprawling on his bed, his back to Tyson and Sybil.

Sybil let out a sigh of relief as she felt things would go much more smoothly if Marcus wasn't part of the conversation. She was convinced that between Tyson and herself, they would find a way out.

"Alright, so what do you think about that Minotaur thing? If everything is so tourist-friendly, why is it roaming the tunnels chasing us around?" Tyson asked, hoping that if they figured out how the maze used to function, they might better understand how it worked at the present time.

Once they knew that, finding a way out wouldn't be as complicated as it appeared to Tyson at that moment when his frustration was rising with each hour, each second they spent lost in time. When they first realized they had time traveled, Tyson found it somewhat thrilling. However, carrying the burden of so many lives lost because of their mistakes wasn't an easy thing to bear.

"Don't you get it?" Sybil said, her eyes shining in excitement. "That thing is like a conductor on the train trying to throw out anyone who doesn't have a ticket. It makes perfect sense that they would use it as the guardian of such an expensive pastime such as time travel."

"Let's say you are right, and I am not sure you are, then why does it keep trying to kill us? Why doesn't it just dispatch us to the lake we were in when we entered the maze in the first place?" Tyson asked, feeling like the answers to those questions wouldn't bring them any closer to a solution. Still, feeling compelled to ask them.

"Think about it. No one has actually died by the hands, or eyes as it were, of that thing. I think it's just trying to scare us off," Sybil said, confidently, as if it was something she realized a long time ago. Like the new pieces of information just confirmed her theory. "Whatever went wrong, I think it can't send us back to where we came from, and that's why it keeps trying to chase us away. There is nothing else it can do."

"For a thing that doesn't mean to kill us, it sure doesn't mind hurting us," Tyson said, remembering his Minotaur-caused injury. "Anyway, mission accomplished, it has me scared, but it doesn't change the reality of us being unable to leave. It sure would be nice if it told us how to escape."

"Whatever the technology they used to build everything, I think the AI is not in the Minotaur. It's just a tool, maybe even an automatic reaction leftover from when the humans were in charge," Sybil said, unsure if that was good news for them or bad.

"Maybe if we find the Founders, they can tell us where the exit used to be," Tyson said hopefully. "I mean, even if they can't get there, surely they know where it is."

"Even if they do, do you think your friend Sunshine would be willing to share such crucial information with someone she planned on robbing and killing?" Sybil asked, destroying Tyson's last shred of hope. "Besides, even if they were willing to help, I doubt we will ever meet them again. Portals might lead to the same years, but they never lead to the same time and place."

"So, you are telling me that even after everything we've learned so far, we aren't even close to finding a way out?' Tyson asked, utterly disheartened.

"I told you so," Marcus said, sulkily as if being right was better than going back to their lives.

"I think that with every new thing we learn, the closer we are to finding a way out," Sybil said, angry that they couldn't see how much progress they were making. "Guys, I've been here for years, and the three of us made more progress in the last few days than we did in years."

"But I don't want to spend years here!" Marcus said whiningly. "They might have a lot of new food to try and hot chicks to look at, but I miss my favorite food, my favorite babes."

Sybil chose to ignore how insulting his statement was and decided that it was enough brainstorming for one day. She was starting to get a headache, and she was sure that if she stayed trapped with an idiot such as Marcus, she might hurt him.

"I think I'll go and take a walk. It's said that nature clears the mind. Maybe it will inspire me about what we should do next," Sybil said, getting up quickly before Marcus could say another stupid thing.

"Nature? Are you talking about all those bugs and snakes and things? No, thank you. I am staying here," Marcus said indignantly.

Sybil couldn't help a smile of relief from crossing her face as she knew that there was no way she would have been able to enjoy her walk if Marcus went along. Thus, she was happy to leave him with Tyson, who seemed to have the patience of a saint that she lacked.

"Yep, I love all those things," Sybil said, cheerfully, happy that at least she wouldn't have to hear any more insulting names for her gender. "Tyson, will you be good here?"

Even though she wanted to escape as soon as possible, Sybil didn't want to leave Tyson in trouble. Especially having in mind that he genuinely seemed like a nice guy burdened by his friend's reckless nature.

"We'll just stay here. That should be safe enough," Tyson said, hoping that he could find a way to keep Marcus occupied. "You go take a breather, let everything settle down, and maybe when you come back, we'll find a solution."

"Sounds good," Sybil said, leaving the room, pretending not to notice Marcus mouthing her words back to her mockingly.

Once they were alone, Tyson gave Marcus the talk about the proper behavior in front of the ladies, but most of it went over his head. The rest of the day was spent in quiet contemplation that was always broken up by Marcus complaining about the most random things.