Blinking a little, the boy looked around but found nobody of interest to talk to. He shrugged slightly and began to walk right, choosing the direction simply because that was his dominant hand. He walked, at first, just admiring everything as he followed the want of that voice, those lips, just something more than the teasing hints he was getting. It was almost unfair, really, to think that he could be stuck like this all by himself in this labyrinth, alone, without the man who he wanted so badly to meet to be there for him. What if he lost him forever?

"I want to find you..." He whimpered, stepping forward and tripping over a vine he hadn't been paying attention to. He hit the concrete hard and the breath was stolen from his lungs for a few moments. A dust cloud of glitter formed around him and made him cough some as it tried to enter with his next breath, but that didn't stop him, either. He stood, slowly, but he did it, and made his way forward. All he had to do was keep going, he had to get to the body that housed that milky, creamy voice. He wanted it more than anything.

TOBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YY!

Whatever voice boomed into the world, cracking the skies like thunder, sounded upset and confounded and almost sick with worry. But... For some reason, it didn't worry him that he recognized the sound to be his mother's. His brain couldn't have cared less, to be honest, because that voice, the male voice, was on his mind like nothing else ever had been before. He didn't care what silly trolls had to say about him being there, nor what anything else did. He simply wanted to make his way to that voice.