The three of them made their way down the never-ending, twisting corridors with the Royal Guards following closely behind. 

"Don't you get sick of tweedle-dum ad tweedle-dee following you all the time?" Lexi murmured as she glanced over her shoulder at the two stoic guards with expressionless faces. 

"I guess I haven't had long enough to get sick of it yet," Ann answered with a shrug. 

She was sure it would probably be irritating at some point, but for now, at least she had someone to ask if she got lost in the maze of corridors that the Enclave was turning out to be.

After descending the third set of...