Eliot had wandered up to the wax exhibit also. Not that he realized what he'd find there. He stopped a couple yards down from Chris' replica, staring at those of Parker and Anna. He tried not to let the guilt he felt show on his face. It'd just give Cruentus and those like her something more to hold over him. But he was fairly certain they were gone because of him. Anna had been the only one to know what was really happening with his dating habits here. She'd threatened Baron over it once. That had to be at least part of why she was gone. And Parker... All he could figure was that he'd done something wrong, offended the wrong person somehow. Other than Lindsey, they'd been his family here.

Finally, he forced himself to move on. One of the other male replicas looked like his pants would fit him. These pathetic pajamas were useless for carrying supplies. He unbuttoned them and slid them down its legs. He debated whether he should bring the shoes or not. If they didn't fit right, they'd be more of a hindrance than a help.