Reflections of Mist

Looking

"Billy! We're not kidding around! For God's sake, where are you?"
Travis called out, following Wesley who was leading him by his sleeve in the direction she'd 'definitely, one hundred percent, possibly might of seen Billy go in, maybe'.

Her response hadn't exactly put Travis at ease.

He'd gotten the impression that Billy did whatever he wanted, when he wanted, and wasn't going to appreciate being told what to do.
In this instance, not particularly helpful.

"Um..." Wesley looked around, eyeing the passage, that now split off into multiple others. "I think... That way!" She tugged him towards an opening on the left.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." He planted his feet, stopping her. "We're not charging off randomly. If you don't know, don't suggest it."

"Then what way are we going, smarty pants? You don't know either!"

Unfortunately, she actually had a point there.

"Okay, do you know where either of them lead?"

Wesley nodded. "Yup! That one's got the room with the tubes wif weird coloured liquid in dem, and then that one leads to the library-fing where we found the instructions for our weapons, and that one goes to the mum-mi-fied man in this tank-fing, and dat one down there has a bunch of scrappy-metal and old machines.
Billy said he was going to sell them on eBay and get lotsa money, the machines. Because they're worth a lot, he said. Then he's going to buy a super massive tree house castle!"

She was going off track now, onto what was obviously a favourite topic, the future plans of her amazing friend Billy, who Travis had yet to locate.

"Okay, that's great, but which ones he most likely to be at?"

"The one that the Shadowhunter lady went down. Duh."

"And which one did she go down?"

"I don't know!" Exclaimed Wesley indignantly. "I'm not a cycle-ologist! I can't read her mind!"

"I think the word's 'psychologist'. And I think you've got it mixed up with 'psychic'. That's the one that means you can read minds. The other... Just studies them, I think." Travis said, rubbing his eyes exhaustedly.

"So, found anything? I've let Nick and Evelyn know what we're doing, by the way. Why we standing here?" Emilia said, coming up behind them, towing Rigsy behind her.

"Because apparently Wesley's not a cycle-ologist."
Travis shrugged at the blank stare Emilia gave him. "I don't know. Ask her. I'm going to need a Psychiatrist after this."

"Mum sent me to a psychiatrist once." Wesley chimed.

"Of course she did." Travis threw his hands up in despair, grimacing.