Their eyes follow you with rigid, lifeless serenity, but there is a kinetic quality to them that you cannot ignore. In their broken down shelter, the walls devoured by rust, the pile of doll parts stare you down as you approach. When they speak, it is with one voice.

“Take us with you, traveller. You could be the one. There are sacks and trolleys, carts and wagons, load us like treasure plundered from forgotten tombs and take us with you. You could be our champion! Carry us to a new future. Carry us to the centre of this godforsaken maze. Take us to it!”