Henry's POV
I stroked over the sign and chuckled.
I let go of a long breath.
Just seeing his traces everywhere made me relax a bit, though it also intensified the NEED to find him instantly.
"We aren't in hell; we are in a space. He did it again; he saved us all."
Mrs. Howard was still pulling at the white beard attached to her face, which was long enough to touch the ground.
"The same thing he did with these rat people?"
"Yes, like with the zombies. I don't know why a circus, but we are safe here."
Safetynet for the twins, an upholstered ground in the pool, and the fire around the rings didn't feel hot.
"Where is he? He has to come and remove that!" She pulled on the beard again, grimacing in pain.
"I don't know, but I will find him."
"And Ren?" Mrs. Howard asked.
Ren had instantly crawled under the little table between the four-seater he sat at after Omar had yelled for everyone to stay seated.
