Still no luck. Jintetsu and Marona had been wandering the festival for hours, but she didn't seem to have noticed anyone she recognized, and Jintetsu was starting to get a little edgy. It wasn't like he could explain to her why he hadn't said a word since they'd come into the festival.

They'd been en route to investigate the great big white tent (via pointing, which was always so much fun), but whatever was going on in front of it was blocking the entrance - including the impossibly tall skeleton in a black cloak. There wasn't much chance of Jintetsu failing to recognize that guy, but he couldn't tell Marona who it was, either.

With any luck she'd have the common sense on her own not to go near him.