After a long, wonderful day with Eileen, you bid her goodbye and begin the trek back to the Mad City. Back to the scene of the crimes. The place that stole you away, then tries to keep you out.
Did you take the subway? Open a door? Tear a hole through? Regardless, you made it through.
The cobblestone streets of the Mad City are in disarray. Chunks torn up, other spots missing, showing the barren earth or puddles underneath. Half of the gaslights are broken, many of the poles twisted and warped. A couple look like they were battered down, others look burned.
The clocktower is stuck on thirteen o'clock.
Shops are vacant, but none are boarded up. It's like people just disappeared. As if they all left suddenly. Or were carried away by some massive tide.
You walk towards the Wax King's, I assume. Along the way, there are corpses. First, you see some needle-noses, those dogs that ran with the Pinheads. Their bodies are broken down, the sewing thread spines snapped. They are but dismembered Raggedy dolls now.
There are pools of melted Smothered folk, bloodied and rotting Rage Warriors, and the numbers only grow as you step ever closer to the monolithic Waxen Castle ahead of you.