The noise from the people all around him was overwhelming, but fell on deaf ears. Richard couldn't tear his eyes from his parents life-less forms. He was jolted when a woman approached with a camera man, were they seriously filming this? Richard stood on shaking legs, trying to find a way out of the crowd as it pressed in on all sides. He turned every which way but was always met with the shine from a camera, or the smiling face of a reporter trying to get him to talk. Richard could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks and his heart pounding in his ears, he had to get out. Brushing the tears away with his arm he ducked past one man, dodging around others until he was clear.<br/><br/>Haly was fighting people off left, right, and center.<br/>"I won't have you reporter types getting in his face, now back off!" The man shoved one reporter forcefully back, resulting in a few choice words and a lot of stumbling people. But just as Haly turned, a new wave was there to greet him. Giving a frustrated huff the circus owner pushed his way through the people to try to reach Richard; the kid would need some protection right now. When Haly got through he could see Richard anywhere. Worry was beginning to take over when the sound of police sirens pierced the air and the crowd soon thinned. Haly knelt beside the bodies of Mary and John Grayson, his star performers and a family he considered his own. It was then that Haly noticed the man standing beside him and stood dusting his knees off. He took the offered hand.<br/>"Thank you mister Wayne, I just hope he hasn't gotten too far." Haly glanced around them once more as though he expected the kid to just appear out of nowhere. "His name is Richard, the rest of the performers will help you look, as will the crew." Haly nodded as one of his crew members gathered a few others and began searching the grounds.<br/><br/>Richard had run blindly, tears blurring his vision. When he did come to his senses he found himself in the elephants tent. It was quiet in here with just the sounds of the animals shuffling in the hay and the faint breaths of the gentle beasts. Richard dashed to the end of the line where he knew Zitka was kept, he made it to her before collapsing in the hay next to her.<br/>"Oh Zitka, they're...gone." The word caught in his throat and was soon followed by sobs that shook his small frame. The animal sensing the child's distress wrapped her truck around his shoulders as he leaned against her leg. He could vaguely here people calling his name but he couldn't bring himself to leave the warmth of Zitka's embrace and so he let his head fall forward where it rested against the grey flesh, soothing him to sleep.