When everyone was inside their respective carriages, the Carnival made a wierd, 'carnivalesque' sound and the horses trotted away from the cold ground of Russia. A simple swing of the light leashes against the bones of the dead horses made them trot even faster as they were approaching their destination. "Ah...Mortimer...the advantages of supernatural and undead horses, right? They are...perfect! Look at them! Seconds ago we were in Russia and now we are in...England?...I...Guess..." Mortimer gazed outside with a worried looked. It seemed the idillic weather they were expecting in England had turned to a fiery and thick mist coupled with wind and thus making it very cold. Mortimer shivered and Shadow sneezed, then cawed. "Agh! This sucks! Hag! I told you we shouldn't have come here!" Shadow pouted at him angrily. "I know! I know! But we need souls, and these stupid religious people...know what we are up to...and no witnesses are allowed if they have souls..."

Finally, the carriage stopped in a deserted village in the middle of nowhere...more precissely, England. There were christian crosses everywhere and a church not far from where they stopped. A man with a flash-light and a gun approached the main carriage and saw the spooky horses. He gripped the flash-light harder and ordered for Hag to come out. Hag kept his mask though and walked out to speak to the man. "May I help you with anything sir?" The old man with the gun and the source of light looked at him angrily. He had a robe, meaning he was with some sort of cult. "What are you and your damned people doing here?" "We? Ah....We have this carnival here to entertain people...you know..." "And you entertain them with dead horses who can move by themselves? Gross...this seems some kind of devilish arts....don't move...I'll search for the high master to come." The old man suddenly disappearing, leaving both Hag and Mortimer quite shocked. Hag walked in front of all the carriages and knocked on them. "Alright, time to come out. As soon as you are all down, the circus will settle by itself. But I don't want you in your tents. I want you in the main gates since we'll have a meeting with the denizens of this place."