At first, Shannon kept a general idea of where they were as a matter of course. However, as Eli moved with a different stride and speed than Shannon usually did, mixed with Shannon's own position of facing backward an his feet no longer touching the floor, it started to get fuzzy. Try as he might, after a few rotations Shannon had lost his sense of placement somewhere around what he hoped was the dining room but he couldn't really be sure. His hold around Eli tightened without conscious thought.

Being lost in his own home, which was relatively small but perfect for just himself and Lacey, was a terrifying prospect. Eli was not giving him any hints to his location, no bumps or pauses or turns that made sense. As they continued to move, Shannon found himself starting to shake as he anticipated them crashing or tripping or Shannon simply never finding his location again. Where was he? Where was Eli taking him that he couldn't piece it together? Maybe he should put his feet down again, take the smack and put a stop to this... Shannon had to know where he was.