The morning sun turned the sky a bright orange-red; this was usually when Grigori and Betty woke to begin their packing, which wasn't hard at all with Grigori's abilities. From a distance, he stared at his Big Top, the outside a lot smaller than what you might expect from the area on the inside. Grigori closed one eye to focus the other through his fingers, where he pinched the image of the tent, shrinking it into his hands before folding it up in his breast pocket. "Betty," He turned to his assistant, taking in her doll-like face and pulsing eye. "Would you be so kind and wake the others?" Betty nodded, hurrying over to the string of trailers that held her family. From the distance, police sirens could be heard, zooming towards where the freaks had set up camp. "Awe, shit... Fuzzies..." Betty felt a feeling in her gut, which she always felt when she knew something bad was going to happen. She ran towards the trailers, hurrying to wake the others. "Police are on their way! Move it, everyone!" She banged on the windows of trailers, jumping into her truck, to start it and spoke through a walkie talkie that was in every trailer. "...Wakey, wakey! We have Fuzzies headed this way, and it's best if we avoid them!" Grigori hopped in Betty's truck as she started to drive toward the highway. "Don't worry about packing," Grigori informed through the static of the Walkie talkie. "I've already taken care of that." He chuckled along with the bumps of the road.