The gateway of woven bones, unsettling and a little grotesque - they are dead bones, right? - sheds new light on the others' discomfort with the tunnel. Papyrus reaches halfway to touching it, then flinches away and keeps on with the others.

Their guide's sudden disappearance, with the sudden looming sense of the Ringmaster - though not quite feeling like her - and the fog don't help either. It all feels a lot less welcoming, and a lot more dangerous in the way that everything else has been. At least they're used to it.

"She... She said she's going 'overlooked'," Papyrus stage-whispers, looking around them for signs of movement in the fog. "Invisible would be very overlookable."