"I cannot answer that," Daneel says gently. "I have never been here before. I am more lost than you are. Is it familiar to you?"

He lifts his head to listen to the crying, uncertain, worried. "But we should hurry, shouldn't we? If your brother requires assistance, should we not be quick to offer it?"

That would be the obvious solution to him, but he's singularly lost, more than just geographically. There's a nonsense to this that he can't place, something he cannot understand.