Bacchus, now with a glowing crystal in his mouth, brought all the way from Polaris, was going to explore the prison. He walked in what he now recognized was a straight line, towards the garden, and then he reached an intersection apparently, as he prowled around in circles to make sure he caught all the details of things.

He glanced to the right and to the left. In the end, he was never one to do what was right, was he? With that amusing thought, Bacchus turned left, intent on exploring and finding a good place for the chrysalises. He could always explore right afterwards, if nothing satisfactory was found.