Hope likes his optimism, that between the two of them they'll be able to find their way. Four eyes tend to be better than just the two, and, if the going gets really rough they can always stop and ask for directions.

With her arm linked with his she has a bit more stability, but there she is, waddling back and forth in the Tramp shuffle, comical, friendly - a child in clothes thrown on from a dress up box. There are only a few times that she actually trips, the bottom of the shoe getting caught on a stone or under foot, her gaze and attention being drawn away by a fantastic costume. And even those missteps turn out to be rather graceful, her balance and dexterity are impressive.

Eventually she sees a gathering, a sort of wide, sloppy queue and she points over to it after a tug to his sleeve. There, perhaps?