Against his better judgement, Mike was taking the advice of someone he'd never actually spoken to in person, and was planning on dressing as Zorro for Halloween. Still, misgivings aside there was no harm in taking the chance to have a fun night. He could rationalise that. Ever since coming to this place, his life had felt a bit like one long, strange holiday. Particularly after everything he'd just been through at home.
He was looking through the costumes, trying to find the right hat. There was a largely unsurprising selection of witches hats, a number of monster and zombie masks, but nothing he'd spotted yet that quite fit the bill for Zorro. Or his memory of Zorro from the movies he'd watched as a kid, anyway.
The other man in the aisle beside him had just pulled out what was obviously an angel costume, and he couldn't help but laugh aloud at the choice as he finally pulled a possible hat from the rack.