Reflection

After a good two hours of warning people all around the village, we began to make our way back into Mr. Trilby's mansion.

We approached the gate, which took a matter of five minutes just to get all the cars through the gate. It took even a longer amount of time to get the car organized into the garage. 

As everyone finally parked in their respective spots, Mimb shut off the car and unlocked the door, allowing everyone to exit the vehicle.

"Well, no one saw that coming," Hans said, wiping his forehead. Mimb chuckled. "I have absolutely no clue how you handled that rioting mess of a crowd."

"You and me both—you and me both," Hans assured, looking at me. "You had a good time right?" I shrugged. "It was funny."

"Yeah, it was so funny getting sprayed on by some crazy man with a baseball bat," Barry said, touching his shirt. "You should be glad it dried."