Mary followed closely, keeping to the group and watching her feet with what little light there was. She felt the mud oozing through the lace holes in her boots, but ignored it and continued. She knew nothing about hinkypunks, so she did not respond to the questions and instead continued walking. The answers to the questions were of nothing she understood.

At one point, she tripped over a tree roit she couldn't have seen and cursed under her breath as she used her soccer instinct to push her foot into the ground and therefore not fall down.