Breathe deep and feel the cirque enter the lungs, cold like frost and hot like blood. Yes, a good feeling, a good thing to be back home.
But where is everyone I know? I feel like I hardly recognize a face. The Old Gang's taken off without me here? And where's that girl who could unhinge her jaw to swallow a whole baby? She promised me a private showing when I returned.
A home for so many old monsters yet such an unhealthy turnover rate. Do you scare them off into the woods, Ringmaster? Where have all our oldest friends gone away to?