Sebastian is a few dozen feet out when he realizes this was likely a bad idea. He cannot see his feet. He cannot tell if this is where she is though now and then he is certain he hears her -- to the left, to the right, and occasionally behind.

"Viola?" he calls, as he has at regular intervals, this time far more uncertain.

But then there is a noise, again, ahead of him -- and he steps, and trips across a root, and goes crashing down a hill.