Maurice had been out of his box for maybe two hours tops just staggering around, trying not to pass out again, and also attempting to look busy. He noticed that the cast on his arm was gone, small miracle it was, and just...hated how much he huffed and puffed when he was afraid.

He wondered if he would have done that all throughout his vampireness if he'd needed to breathe then.

But even with the pain in his chest and the grit on his clothes it was so hard not to feel like he was stumbling through a dream. He stood face to face with a telephone pole trying to pin the flyer for the carnival to it, forcing his thumb against the old brass tacks. He thought of Butters and his coin and nail trick. That was so smart. But if someone that smart could get snatched up, what hope did he have?