Hey, that's pretty smart! I was just going to wander around until I stumbled on the exit.

[Okay, so Morph might've tried something other than getting lost, but they didn't have any handy balls of string or a marker to write on the mirrors with. They hadn't been expecting something so cruel out of a carnival game.]

This place, this city, has a bad habit of messing with our heads. It doesn't matter if it's real or not.