"There there there there there there there," there it appeared, seven times, the word "there." It wasn't pointing to anything, there was clearly nothing in the room worth nothing besides this wall mysteriously written upon. Like a logical person, I used this opportunity to introduce said wall to the power of 40 millimeter explosives – though to my surprise, the wall was actually a façade.

"Oi, konnanoka?" I shouted, wondering what language this story was being written in. It was probably whatever the writer's stream of consciousness pushed out, but I wasn't convinced that using foreign languages in dialogue was a good idea. Digressions aside, Jane quickly responded through proper communications (and language,) "Yes, that's the entrance. How did you find it?"

"There were a bunch of 'there's," I answered. She looked at me a bit funny and scratched her eye, before walking into the blaringly red cave entrance, without saying a word.