Lester watched her for a second, a little baffled that this was all happening, and then stood up and walked after her. He kept his stride purposeful — you could get away with almost anything if you were walking somewhere like you were supposed to be there — but tried not to look like he was following her. This was an unlikely place for someone to get into trouble because of all the people, or so Lester thought, but they were going somewhere that they were not supposed to be.

He slipped through the fabric and found himself alone with her in the back of the tent. "Any tigers yet?" Lester whispered. In their immediate area, all he could see was a variety of costumes.