[ Moving with the grace of a rag doll, Hope involuntarily follows his captor, shielding himself from the festival lights that draw closer and closer. ]
Wait--! [ struggling with blurry vision and returning headache, a light tug is the best he can manage. ] Where... are we going?
/gasps. Don't tell me you have a chair, too!!
Wait--! [ struggling with blurry vision and returning headache, a light tug is the best he can manage. ] Where... are we going?