As Larry traveled deeper and deeper into darkness, he began to wonder if this was really the right way. After all, what Bob said had seemed reasonable; maybe going into the cave was a bad idea. Not knowing what to do, he sat down and sighed. Well, he thought, when you don't know what to do, ask for help. "Okay, weird music?" He said to the void around him, "If this is the right way, I could use another sign." Nothing. "Please?" He asked, not knowing what else to say. Then he heard a faint note, growing in intensity, from further along in the cave. "Thank you," Larry said, "that's all I needed".\
Meanwhile, Bob was walking in the snow, not as sure of himself as he had been. "Wait, haven't I seen that tree before?" he said to no one in particular. After walking for a few hours, he was getting tired and even more hungry. "Ugh, that roast beef did not sit well with me" he said as his stomach rumbled. Squatting down, he began to think out loud. "Maybe Larry wasn't crazy after all" he sighed. "Maybe I should have listened to him." He started to get up and pace. "No, no, if I can't trust my reason, I can't trust anything. There's no possible way going deeper into a dark cave is better than being outside in the daylight. Just no way." Stubborn as always, he kept on walking, a bit slower than before.
Larry made his way through the pitch-black cave, filled with more confidence and yodeling as he went. Hey, this isn't so bad, he thought to himself, I could get used to it. Suddenly he spied a faint ray of light in the distance. "That's it!" Larry shouted while turning around, "Bob, that's the exit!" Then he gave a sigh. "Oh, right". He considered going on ahead and figuring out where they were, but a stronger feeling pulled him back. No, I can't leave him behind, Larry said to himself, not now that I know he's on the wrong path. Preparing himself for the return journey, he started back.
In another cave, Bob opened his eyes. What? he thought to himself. Where am I? As his vision came back, he noticed that there was a campfire a few feet away, with a vegetable sitting by it. "Hello?" Bob called out, "who are you? What did you do with Larry?" Then, remembering, he mumbled "oh, right." The other vegetable turned around, and Bob could see it was a carrot with a white mustache. "Oh, you're awake!" the carrot said in a thick Scottish accent, "I was wondering if you would even survive!"
"Um, how did I get here?" Bob asked.
"I found you passed out half an hour ago a few minutes east of here," the carrot said. "Looked like you could use some help, if you don't mind me saying".
"Well, thank you," Bob said, "my name's Bob; my friend and I got lost out here."
"You don't say!" the carrot said. "You'd have to be either lost or crazy to be out here in the forest in the middle of winter. Anyhow, the name's Scooter."
"So you know this place?" Bob questioned. "Well, how do we get out of here?"
"Oh, you think it's as simple as that?" Scooter retorted. "Trust me, no one gets out of here without being… changed."
"Yeah, that's fine, but do you have a map or anything?" Bob asked, ignoring the ominous remark.
"Come over here and warm yourself up, I've got a bit of roast going if you've got a hankering" Scooter said. "Later we'll look for this Larry laddie and get you on your way." Bob had to admit he was hungry enough to eat a popcorn ball meteor. "Alright, fine," he said, "but no wasting time afterwards. I didn't even want to come on this 'adventure'". Scooter chuckled. "That's what they all say" he replied while smiling.