The Maze

The first walkway has a wooden box. Elizabeta opens it, but there is nothing. Both of you check to see if there is anything around you that fell out, but there was nothing. Handing the box to you, she checks places close to the hedges, still nothing.
“Maybe your Roderich friend went by here and picked up whatever was inside here?” You suggest.
“That’s true, but we should have run into him by now, he walks as slow as a turtle,” she bluntly commented.
Chuckling, you respond, “Then whatever happened to the stuff in this box?”