After what seemed like hours, jack finally awoke, but the ground he 'slept' on what stained with blood, when he stood up, he felt horrible.

He grabbed his scythe and walked around, all the bright colors were beautiful, he would grant them that much but they didn't exactly catch his eye, as jack was weakly shambling through the carnival, he found a bench and flopped into it, he lay his scythe across his lap and attempted to get some actual rest