It was frustrating not knowing the exact direction they needed to go. She thought she had a clear image of the place, remembered colorful walls and dilapidated buildings, but there were no concrete images. Bobby was willing to play along, forced to turn around and turn back around a number of times as the scene became more and more familiar. It was when they passed the other theater and Rogue felt her heart patter. Bobby did not hesitate to stop the car, though he did not seem pleased with the scenery. "Let's just get in there and see what's goin' on."
Rogue exited the car and slammed the door. She didn't expect anyone to be here, especially not in the middle of the day, and doubted the sound was the most disturbing in the area. "Could just pull the fence down," she offered as if that would be the easier task. It was a joke, but whatever smile she had offered to show it was gone a moment later. "C'mon, let's go." Rogue slipped her arms around his in the least affectionate grasp she could muster and took them over the fence with ease. Though she set him down, she remained hovering in the air just a few feet. "Don't hear anythin' inside. We're either the first to arrive. Or the last."