"Yeah, I met Eight yesterday, and whoever's on the other side of the hill is definitely not Eight, they're all covered in crystal... But they do look pretty similar? Got the same sorta punk style," she says, thinking. Why's everything gotta be so confusing?

"Good idea, Eight's explanations are short but he should at least be able to tell us where he is," she says as she pulls off her phone and fires off a text at Eight.

Where are you?