Excelsior

And you've got a good five or six minutes of walking, like, through this meandering path.

The lorikeet's going to turn to you, Z, as the third one talking.

And it goes, hello.

Assistance.

More of them are starting to pop out and look at you.

I think it's right around now that you hear down in the distance where your good friend Excelsiel has disappeared.

There's a bunch of birdsong and the other lost or keep that have been sort of following you.

All turn their attention in that way and start running down the path.

And when you eventually make your way to where Excelsiel is, you find yourself at the end of that path.

As a man in a full pink linen suit is trying to negotiate getting the Lost Rakeet to stop its need for speed and getting you to dismount.

Like, hi, my name is Keir Daglet.

How can I help?

Can I help you down?

I would love to help you down.

Sir.

May I help you down?

I'm one of them.

Hello.

Welcome to Havana.

I would... And in the middle of sort of flusteredly like trying to push these giant birds away and getting them to shoo back into the brush, you see eye contact like drifts across the two and sticks on you.