"Well, shit…" Mu sighed. "We're lost." The Aires saint scanned his surroundings in defeat.

"Who's got the map?"

"You had the map Aldebaran! You were the one who grabbed it! DID YOU LOSE IT?"

"FUCK! Saga's right! We're dead! We're so fucking lost! Screw You all! Where the hell is 'Dite?"

"Calm down, Deathmask. We aren't gonna die."

"NO! Fuck you, Aiolia! We're screwed!"

"Chill out. We came from this way, so the way out is back here. Wait…. Did we turn off? Crap…"

"Buhda help me, I'm surrounded by two horrors: morons and unfamiliar lands…"

"Wow, Shaka, I didn't know you could be that rude… Don't worry guys, we'll be fine. Then, we can all laugh about it when it's over. You youngsters will be just fine."

"Cram it, Dohko! Hey Idiots and Camus, I'm going this way! Follow me!"

"No! We have to stick together. Look, if we all calm down and think we can figure this out." Aiolos Sighed, looking over his fellow saints. "Ok, so, We're all here. Shit, where's Aphrodite? Well, we've still got this."

"No you don't'. But, I still don't think we're all that bad off. I'll just cut our way through with my blade."

"Whatever you do, do it fast. Milo is about to run off again." Camus commanded, freezing Milo in place.

"Hey, Darlings! So glad I found you, um… Why do you all look so…. So… Ah! Frantic, that's the word. Anywho, check out all the stuff I bought! Did you guys have a fun first time at the mall?"