As Hopper wandered through the carnival, he wondered what exactly his purpose there was. Throughout his stay, little bits and pieces had been coming back to him, and it only made him wonder more.
He sat himself on a stray box, and called to a nearby goat.
“Hey there, milquetoast. Wanna come give a pally some company?”
As it approached, he held out a couple of his peanuts. The goat took them hesitantly, and skittered backwards. Sighing, Hopper threw a few more on the ground, and stood up again. Nearby stood a darts game, and glad for something familiar, he danced over and began a game against himself. As the played, he sang;
“I’ve got the blues, I feel so lonely. I’d give the world if I could only make you understand; it truly would be grand…”
It seemed like she always wound up back at the midway, sooner or later.
It looked much the same as it had last time she’d been by: the double row of game booths, some empty, some occupied. Voices; carnies calling sinners to try their luck, sinners responding.
The singing was new, though.
Corinna followed the sound of the voice; it wasn’t bad, and it was a nice change after all the weirdly discordant carnival music that never seemed to stop playing.
Her search led her to a dart game. The singer was its lone player, and even though his back was to her, Corinna recognized the green pajamas he wore.
“Hopper!” she called, grinning and dashing up—as much as anyone in heels as high as hers could dash, anyway. It was so good to see a familiar face.
The handful of darts fell to the counter with a clatter as he turned to greet Corinna. Hopper held out his arms, grinning. “Well look what the cat dragged in! Hiya dollface, how’ve you been holding up? None of these eggs futzed around with you, have they?” He looked her over, making sure there were no visible signs of damage.