“You two took thy sweet time,” Handy commented as he furiously wiped his hands down with a cloth. It was the night following Nightmare Night, and Handy had had to wait that entire time in the cellar and then some, just in order to sneak back without disturbing anyone in the night as the town slept. He was actually surprised when a rather bedraggled-looking Charity Bell and Jacques flopped through the shed door unceremoniously. Apparently they were so tired they couldn’t be bothered to walk all the way to the house and rouse its occupants. “Where hast thou been? Have any luck?”