He had no idea where he was. He was now at the center of a circle of tents, none of which had their entrances facing him and the revelry sounded far off. No one was around. He gripped his hammer and slowly drew it out, turning cautiously around, wondering where his quarry had gotten off to. Fireworks alighted somewhere in the skies behind him, their sound and lights distant now. He saw the way he came, a tight space between two particularly large tents and elected to slowly make his way over to it to back trace his steps.