"And you want a map," the Junk Lady scoffed. "A map here will do you no good. No good at all."

She shook her head, seeming practically disgusted by the thought.

Who in the world asked for a map of the Labyrinth? It wouldn't be any good unless the map changed from one moment to the next as well, and even then, you would get tripped up if you took the pictures on the paper for granted.

"No sense. No sense about you."