Casey's ready. He hears the noises that seem to be coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. He feels Greg's nervousness. He stretches his hands as he clutches his bat, muscles taught. Nothing is going to get the better of him. He hopes.

He starts to follow Greg, but he's almost sure they're going the wrong way. Wasn't it to the right...or behind them? He honestly can't remember now.

"...You sure we're going the right way?" He squints at the Ferris wheel a bit. Was that there before? It must have been, it...hold on.

"Is it just me...or is that thing leaking?"