They had been down here for God knows how long, just walking through the depths, moving throughout the utterly gigantic facility. Strangely, that twenty days of food they had was still fresh. Jamal pondered the Caretaker’s words: “Time passes differently in the Labyrinth”. He had been thinking about it for the past few days, or, at least they were days, in his mind. Maybe the Labyrinth was a time machine. Maybe it acted very similarly to a cryo-pod, preserving the body’s systems for long periods of time. Maybe they hadn’t jumped a year at all. It’s first victim had arrived. Smart. Fast. Strong.