Wolfgang hesitates only very briefly before following her. He stays close, not so close as to touch Lea's wall, but close enough that should something happen, he could physically block her. He stops once to pick up a pipe. He doubts whatever they're going up against has much in the way of a physical body to fight against, but its minions clearly do, if those hands were any indication.
It's quiet where Sabrina leads them, but no less eerie, all long shadows and lurking darkness. Joyside is not very inviting during the light of day; it's worse at night.
She leads them towards the ferris wheel, then stops near it. She points upwards, at the Joyland sign; the top of the ferris wheel is as close as anyone can get to it, there is no ladder. "He lives up there."
Wolfgang cranes his head upwards, but he sees nothing. That doesn't mean he's not there, just that Sabrina sees something neither of them can. He can feel it, anyway, a churning in his gut, like the closer he gets, the more nauseated, as well. He glances at the ferris wheel, the rickety old metal thing, with an incredibly dubious look on his face before glancing back at Lea. "Climb or ride?"
Gravity is a force. But tonight is not going to be his night to experiment with levitation.
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Wolfgang hesitates only very briefly before following her. He stays close, not so close as to touch Lea's wall, but close enough that should something happen, he could physically block her. He stops once to pick up a pipe. He doubts whatever they're going up against has much in the way of a physical body to fight against, but its minions clearly do, if those hands were any indication.
It's quiet where Sabrina leads them, but no less eerie, all long shadows and lurking darkness. Joyside is not very inviting during the light of day; it's worse at night.
She leads them towards the ferris wheel, then stops near it. She points upwards, at the Joyland sign; the top of the ferris wheel is as close as anyone can get to it, there is no ladder. "He lives up there."
Wolfgang cranes his head upwards, but he sees nothing. That doesn't mean he's not there, just that Sabrina sees something neither of them can. He can feel it, anyway, a churning in his gut, like the closer he gets, the more nauseated, as well. He glances at the ferris wheel, the rickety old metal thing, with an incredibly dubious look on his face before glancing back at Lea. "Climb or ride?"
Gravity is a force. But tonight is not going to be his night to experiment with levitation.