He had been marking the top of the tunnel with white chalk whenever he went through a branching tunnel, and while the noise was deafening, he was still aware of what directions he had taken. So short of them adding or rearranging tunnels, he was fairly certain that even without his chalk, he could get back.<br/><br/>He looked about in confusion, before shrugging and opening the fuse box. It shouldn't be that hard to get it working right, and then they would lead him to the next area. Eventually, he would get somewhere.