Lambert's location isn't terribly difficult to pinpoint, given that he's been fortunate enough to pass out next to some of the game stalls, where he was audibly yelling at the Ringmaster on the radio (how that ended up on his person anyway, who even knows?) before exhaustion and the excitement of everything else caught up to him at once.

By the time Scout finds him, he's alone. The last two people he was beside have been flung elsewhere in the haphazard ride back, and he's not looking great. Pale from shock, even with Steven's fledgling recovery powers pulling him back from the brink of death, he's still a mess. Crusted with dried blood around his nose and ears, he's thoroughly unconscious, and yeah, he's going to be a pain in the ass to budge, especially now that being back in the Carnival has reverted him to his previous appearance.

He is, however, breathing steadily, so that's something. And they're out of Portland, which must surely count for something.