Becky's eyes fluttered lightly as she regained consciousness. She sat up and looked around. The room was warm, comfortable and gently lit. She put her hand to her head and tried to conceive of all that was happening. All that had happened.

She remembered a ticket. She went on some rides. Her mother was laughing and... flirting? And her father?

Becky 's mind immediately drifted. It was as if she couldn't hold on to those thoughts. In her mind's eye she remembered him.

The man in the silk top hat.

She had cried. He had held her. She was hurt. He made her feel better.

She lay back down and thought of him. Is this his room? Is this where he stays? She turned and took a deep inhalation of the pillow. It smelled like him. Musky but light. Strong and sweet all at the same time.

Oh my god, what would momma think-

As soon as the scary thoughts formed they floated away and she smiled, swimming in the smell of him.

"Doctor Celestine." She said, closing her eyes, remembering his face and tasting his name. "Mmmmmm."

 Looking around, she noticed an old claw-foot bathtub. "Doctor... Celestine." She said again. There was steaming water in it and a towel on a stool.

He drew me a bath? Becky thought to herself. How romantic.

"Doc-tor Celestine." She giggled.

Taking her clothes off, she climbed into the hot bath and sank down into the warm water. Soaking in the tub, she placed a steaming washcloth over her face and slowly dragged her hands down her neck to her chest.

"Celestine." She said.

"What a man."

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Celestine was picking his nose.

He had left Dav and was walking towards the parking lot when he registered there was a problem in his nasal cavity. So he started digging.

Granted, he did have a hankie, and in fairness was furiously trying to get out a small piece of roofing shingle that had bounced up into his nose from it's impact on his wrist but still...

"Groooosssss!" Said a teenage girl walking by. She curled her lip and snarled her derision at him with all the aloof superiority a seventeen year old princess can muster.

Doc froze and looked at her. She was well dressed. She was privileged. She was beautiful. She was wearing a $3000 watch her mother bought for her because it was a Wednesday.

He quickly went into performance mode and placed the hankie on his hand and said; "Do you like birds?" With a flourish he pulled the cloth from his hand revealing his middle finger."Ta-daaa."

The princess threw her nose in the air and stormed off.

Celestine smiled and shook his head.

"Teenagers."

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Clay looked down at the arm on the ground. It was massive.

Violent Clay was no slouch in the strength department, but in terms of sheer muscle this thing was impressive. And well, quite frankly he needed one.

Clay looked around to make sure no one was looking. He set the cop down and side stepped a couple feet closer, whistling nonchalantly. Standing directly over it, he pulled a penny from his pocket and dropped it next to the severed appendage. He bent over to pick up his coin. Suddenly he grabbed the huge arm laying on the ground.

“Yoink!”

Clay ran through the carnival midway giggling and cackling like a drunken sailor.

“Finder keepers!”