Meanwhile, back in CLOWN HELL, Henry was sitting as still as he could on the floor. His head swam and his chest felt tight and he wanted to go to sleep but he also wanted to eat a grilled cheese sandwich.

"Hey...hey." He nudged Gamzee with his already stuck hand. "How long has Flaminco been gone? Should we go to the police?"

Henry's concept of time went out the window with Gamzee's stank.