"All the surprise will be in the morning! I think I'll linger around the trailers. Catch glimpses of faces, as people first emerge into the morning... After that, the surprise will be... wait. Two weeks... What happens to..."

Papyrus trails off, looking at the figure huddled on his shoulder. Where he stops talking, trying to dismiss the idea, she takes it up.

"...Will we stop being like this, after? All the other stops, we turned back to, mostly, normal."