"Excuse me! Pardon me! Very sorry." A sea of faces, packed together like a can of tuna, if only he could move in fourth dimensional space! A man that could be at the very least be described as, "rather large" weaves his way through a crowd of gibbering people near insectoid in comparison. He attempts to be as polite and careful as he can, though with such a stature in such a tiny space it takes an unearthly form of motor control to not bump into anyone along the way. 

Already late, the final circus performance ended on a great note, many times have they visited Japan, always with a warm reception. Though it is a hard goodbye for all the performers, Kristof might have taken it the worst. However he had run out of tears long ago, today that might change, for this night would be full of reminders of the man's lost love. A vaguely familiar face comes to the attention of the large Germanic man as he shuffles through the crowd.

"Ah! Mister Brandt!" A young Japanese doctor catches Kristof's attention, "Are you both adapting to your new found senses?" Of course, this was the man who preformed the procedure on both he and his wife. Without being able to mouth a response the doctor chimes in again, "Where, is the lovely ringleader anyway?" This promotes a sullen expression upon Kristof's face, "She won't be coming this year, I'm afraid she may never again." And with such a brisk response in slightly broken Japanese the large man again heads further to the front of the crowd so that he may pay his full attention, in order to not miss everything. Sure he doesn't understand every word, but since his enhancements Kristof and his wife have always wanted to learn more about the fourth dimension, too bad he had to give her ticket away.