He took a step forward before tentatively glancing over his shoulder. There wasn't any specific path he was taking and it wasn't like he knew where he was going so it was going to be a case of the blind leading the blind. He supposed it didn't matter as long as he appeared to know what he was doing.

With his head held high, Rio began striding across the lawn and past the hedges on the way to the outskirts of the forest. His little wagon followed behind him, creaking and squealing as it was pulled.