“Shh, jus… just don’t spoil the moment,” he said, and the zebra closed her mouth again. “Just… Can ye point me to the quickest way out?” he asked, his voice little more than a crack above whispering. The zebra lifted her right forehoof and pointed down a path that led roughly back to where the human reasoned the rapids were. Gears in his head turned before he reasoned that the zebra was probably pointing him in the direction of the village of insanity. He coughed. He came this far; he wasn’t about to go back. Nope, no matter how much easier it probably was than the suffering he had already gone through, he wasn’t going to let the madness win. “Actually uh, I mean a way out that doesn’t lead to the nearby town.”