In the morning, she felt a hand shaking her to wake her up. It was Pink. His sweet face was smiling; he looked like an angel. The clown mask hung to the side of his face, and his curly pink hair fell casually over his forehead.

"Pink?"

She had never heard him speak. Maybe he was deaf - mute or just mute.

"What is it?"

He motioned for her to follow him. She couldn't tell what time it was in the morning, but when she went outside, she felt the morning breeze. It was freezing. She followed him to the circus, where everyone had gathered.

"Rehearsal time, guys!" Jio said and clapped his hands once. Everyone was impeccably dressed, as always. Jio was wearing a white jacket and checkerboard pants this time. When he saw Madalen, he smiled. It was a strange smile; he was not hiding anything behind it.

"I see you're awake."

"Yeah, Pink took care of that."

"Nice, nice!" He seemed to be in high spirits; certainly, his mood was changing quickly. "So guys, let's get started."

An incredible sight unfolded before her eyes. It had nothing to do with the bloody show they had given the first time. They performed acrobatics with dangerous poses and tricks as strange background music played on stage. The twins performed strange and dangerous stunts above her head on a rope or on swings that hung high above the stage. Choreographies and plays brought life to the stage. Madalen, for the first time, saw another side of the circus—one more enchanting, not so terrifying.

"So you're doing regular shows as well," she commented, looking at Jio who was coming toward her.

"It's our talent."

"Why don't you do it more often?"

"As I told you at the beginning, it depends of our moods."

"So you're in the mood to kill or put on a normal show?"

"Yes," he replied matter-of-factly. Madalen did not ask further.

     At the end of the rehearsal, everyone left, but Madalen stayed behind, looking at the stage, thinking about the spectacle and what she would do with the chainsaw. She went backstage, hoping that Purple might have left it somewhere. And yet, fortune smiled on her. The chainsaw was on a bench. She took it and, as quickly and quietly as she could, ran to the box of madness. All the doors were closed, except for Jio's. How could she go without him seeing her? Finally, she went to her room, hid the chainsaw under the bed, and waited for Jio to leave or close his door.

"Where the hell is my chainsaw?" she heard a voice from the hallway.

"I do not know. Don't look at me; I didn't see it,” Green was heard saying. Jio came out of his room.

"What happened?" he asked.

"I lost my chainsaw!"

"Come on, calm down, it'll be behind the scenes," Jio reassured him.

"It is not! I looked."

"Don't act like that, we'll find it."

Why did he care so much about a saw? But why did she wonder? Weren't they all crazy? There wasn't much logic in this place anyway.

"Wait a minute!" came Jio's voice as if he had thought of something. Madalen heard his footsteps heading for her room. Panicked, she sat on the bed and pretended to read a book. Then she heard him standing at the door. She turned and looked at him.

"I don't suppose you're involved?" he asked her.

"Involved with what?" she asked indifferently.

"With the saw."

"What saw?"

"Purple's."

"Are you crazy? What would I do with it?"

Jio looked at her suspiciously. She didn't know why, but Madalen felt like he could read her like an open book.

"Very well..." he said at the end and turned to leave.

"And why on earth does he care so much about a saw?" Madalen wondered aloud.

Jio turned to answer. "Because we all have some personal items that we're attached to."

Yes… a saw, she thought, but said nothing.