"Mary," he muttered, the word hot under his breath. "Mary. Mary."
His fingers, caked with mud, the tips of his nails nothing but crescents of dirt, brushed the wall to his right as he stumbled along, a blank stare on his tan face as his brown eyes searched absentmindedly for the maze's exit. Most maze's were simple for a demigod to leave; quite elementary.
But this labyrinth was different.
It did things to his mind, scrambling his thoughts like an unsolvable jigsaw puzzle, until all he was able to do was rely on muscle memory and habit to get him out. So while the son of Hermes's body seemed to resort to the only tactic it knew, his mind was on autopilot, and could only seem to remember the name "Mary"... whoever that was.
"Mary," he whispered again, his voice raw from the repetition of it, over and over again. "Mary."
That flow of that name was interrupted by another appellation, spoken by another demigod with brown hair and eyes: "Chris? Chris Rodriguez?!"
The wandering demigod stopped instantly, his hand frozen in a sweeping motion, and the girl spoke again, somewhat timidly. "It's me. Clarisse. Don't you recognize me?"