"They would say that in your adolescent ghouls and goblins roam at night but nothing can prepare you for the moonstruck delirium we all shared at the festival of love…"

The four of them as a collective slumped knowing it will take days to recover physically and who knows how long to process mentally, maybe their lives had now somehow changed forever but as the coach begins to rumble and roll away from the sanctuary of lunacy they are all joined in the fantastic after-party feeling of numbness…