If only we had the magic to bottle up the air from the great outdoors. The cabin fever is real in that train, sometimes. [ It doesn't take them long to cross the threshold into two diverging paths, all leading up to the mountain. One is smoother, more well-traveled, though straight and narrow. The other to the right seemed more ominous, with more actual climbing involved, but seemed to drift into a scenic ridge. Roland pauses at the crossroads, finger under his chin. ]

Well, take your pick? [ He turns to Quatre and smiles. ] I'm good with either.