“That’s me,” the scarecrow to his left said as he made his excuses and made his way to the aisle. Handy hadn’t been paying attention when his name was called, stepping back and allowing the literal Halloween costume shuffle past him, lifting what looked to be a violin case up in the air above their heads so it wouldn’t get in people’s way. As the line filtered back into some semblance of order, the scarecrow exited their contingent and made his way merrily to the front of the hall. Handy looked around again.