"Maya!" Guybrush called, recognizing her tone even though his unadjusted eyes couldn't see her in the darkness before him. "If you couldn't tell by the fact that would have run straight into you had you not blinded me, the answer to that question is a resounding 'no.' Not that I had much of a choice. I think the batteries in my light have gone out for good." He clanked the light on the wall a couple of times before trying the switch again: no luck.

"But I am pretty good at navigating otherwise, even without a map." Not that a map didn't help and that he wasn't always looking for one. They usually led to key points in the plot that couldn't be found otherwise. "I thought I'd head upstairs and see what's in the hallway. I thought I saw a closet when I was up there a few nights ago. What are you doing here, all by yourself?"