Look, you're the one who said you went down here already.

[ She minds a lot if the walls move, doubly so if there actually are ghosts, thanks.

He smacks into the wall, and she spares a glance in his direction, rolling her eyes and looking back down the corridor ahead, the pensive frown on her face deepening at the upcoming fork in the path. ]

Or was the last maze you happened to be in full of moving walls?