Uriah ducks behind an oversized bee, avoiding the eyes of the workers and the guy who's hunting him. The dazzling lights of the carousel in the dark make him a little dizzy, or maybe it's something else. (It's something else. He knows what it is and he ignores it. He's not ready to call it quits.) It's gorgeous, though, and he wants to remember all the colors and noises for later. Inspiration to tuck away for later, and his racing heartbeat and giddy smile are part of it. So's Tybalt, who's just looked away from him.

Time to make a break for it.

Uriah makes a dash for the stairs, clambering up them even as the carousel continues to spin. It would have been much sneakier if he could resist laughing maniacally as he ascended them.