Several doorways laid open across the walls, gaping like dark mouths ready to seallow him whole in the large room. Spyro swallowed hard, stepping from hoof to hoof uncomfortably in the large room, staring down the doorways that all but encircled him. Which way was it again...? His armor felt warm and uncomfortable on him, the metal seeming to cling. Had it been hot in here before, why was he sweating? Where did he go from here...? 

"Maaan... i wish I'd remembered that map..." he groaned, leaning tentatively into the open passages, wishing his lantern reached just a bit further. "Damn... I hope this is the right way..." he mumbled, wandering down the third hallway, shuddering at the cool, damp air that greeted him. "Man.. I dunno if this is better than being warm..." he whined, continuing down for what felt like eternity until the dark stone-laden path opened into a big room, where he was greeted by familiar faces. He paused before greeting yhem, tilting his head in confusion as they all seemed to be snickering at him. "What?" 

"Turn around!" One of them called.

He turned to look back the way he'd come, only to be greeted by the same number of doors as before. 

"THEY ALL WENT THE SAME WAY?!"