Who: Tobias and Daphne When: Afternoon Where: THE END billboard
They had not made as good of time as Daphne had initially expected. She had no watch, but the sun was high in the sky and she felt a creeping sense of impatience. Her feet hurt, her ankle especially from being in that shackle all day. Apparently said shackle had slowed them down more than she had anticipated. They had a pretty straight forward walk, all on paved roads, but it took a lot longer than she would have imagined. She wasn't particularly nervous, not yet, just... uneasy. She had a vague, gnawing feeling that she probably should have been more concerned with the time they made from the start.
It would be okay, of course. They'd taken their last turn a good twenty minutes ago, and they had only one instruction left. "Your key is at the end." Well, fabulous. The end of what? That was the end of their instructions, but she'd seen nothing helpful. They'd past the last decrepit house some time ago, and she was really hoping they wouldn't have to go back and look inside, as it had quite looked like the sort of place that gave you a venereal disease just for being within breathing distance of the loo.
She was just about to grudgingly suggest that maybe they should backtrack when her eyes fixed upon the billboard. It's paint job was too perfect, it's condition far too pristine to be happenstance. "Oh, no," she murmured, as she read it over. The End. "They can't mean..."