Protagonist shifted uneasily on his means of transport. Perhaps it was the meteorological conditions that made him nervous, or the atypical quiet of the indigenous fauna. Perhaps the icon of the local deity of ill import, partially overgrown and obscured by the side of the road, was to blame or maybe the disarmingly ordinary edifice a mile further down the road.

“Ambiguous situation,” he muttered quietly to himself. He checked his weapon and waited for his companions to catch up to him.

Within moments, Comic Relief arrived at Protagonist’s side. “Why are we stopping?” he asked.

“I sense ambiguity.”

“What? You’re daft!” Comic Relief started forward.

“Why have you stopped?” Treacherous Friend asked as he approached.

“I sense ambiguity,” Protagonist replied.

Treacherous Friend paused and considered the environs seemingly carefully. “I think you’re imagining it. Come on.” He moved off.

Protagonist shook his head. “This won’t end well,” he said and followed his companions. He checked his weapon again.