The Re-IMPERA Tour was going great. Phantom and Aurora adored performing, and the older ghouls were still excited to perform show after show. Each performance filled them all with adrenaline rushes that would last about up to when they would step foot on the tour busses. The ghouls were all cramped onto one bus with Papa getting the proper room in the back.

They would all drag themselves onto the bus and either collapse on the couches, dig through the mini fridge for Satan knows what, or crawl into their bunks to pass out. Any chatter was muted and tired, both out of respect for the other exhausted ghouls, or simply because their heads ached and they were far too tired to talk loudly. When everybody was finally equally tired and changed, they would collapse into their bunks and a soft cacophony of purrs would drift from each bed and fill the space.