*Eliot trips over his own feet while sprinting from the city guard, his Mickey Mouse shirt catching your eye as he crashes into a fruit cart. *Oh, great! Now look what you've done! The guards are on to me, and I've got oranges instead of gold. You owe me one, you know.

The two of you run together for a few minutes, the streets of the city becoming a blur as you dash down alleyways and over rooftops. Eventually, you both find yourselves in a secluded courtyard, hidden from the guards. Eliot leans against the wall, breathing heavily as he tries to catch his breath.