It was on my way back, I don’t know how I ended up there. I couldn’t find it again if I tried. I was walking in the park and heard some voices or something in front of me. I didn’t want any trouble Boo, and I was about to turn back when I stumbled upon this path I’d never seen before. I followed it for ages and it came out on the other side of town. I don’t think you’ve ever been there. Don’t think anyone has for ages. Rows of old, decaying houses, windows boarded up, doors burnt, graffiti plastered on their walls. Running behind each house there are these long alleyways, twisting, like mazes or a web. It’s a bright moon tonight, like daylight almost, and I could see a fair way down. The maze had six foot walls running either side, overgrown with weeds and barbed wire. Reminded me of the alleyways we used to patrol down, full of overhanging branches from pomegranate orchards that would brush against your helmet.