Leo, ever paranoid, scans the trees for the entire trip. He's still extremely wary of this place; stranger things have happened to them, but life has made him take a cautious stance towards anything that isn't familiar. And somehow, he feels like this isn't anywhere near New York City.

The cold begins to settle in his bones, a gnawing ache that soon disrupts his footsteps enough to demand the majority of his attention. Right foot. Left foot. Right. Left. Leo hopes that Mikey knows what he's doing, because at this point their options are "Certain Doom", and "Maybe Certain Doom".

"Mikey," he grumbles, trying to rub some warmth back in his arms, "how much farther is it?"