Zanni regains consciousness.

"My first nap in 250 years... How it reminds me of walking the thin line between life and death. And with walking I mean pushing little orphan boys over it. Anyways, back to my circus."

After standing up and collecting his body parts, the fact crosses his mind he has no memory of his current position. Zanni starts looking for the simpleton whom shouted a while back. The only one to awaken people from their slumber should be me, he ponders.