Jimmy Darling had been through a lot the past couple of weeks: his mom died, and Dandy killed off freaks for sport. Elsa Mars' facade of being a good person cracked, and she fled so far away that no one could track her down. He seemed to be in quite a baffling place.

He and other freaks got done killing Dandy in a water vat to exact revenge for their fallen freaks. His death felt satisfying, though he wondered where to go from here. Freaks like him seem to be another fad slowly losing its luster. The death of Maggie didn't make as much of an impression as it should have on him. He feels tired, numb, like he could less of a shit about a lot of things now.

He exited the tent, contemplating his future, what to do now, and where to go, All the while not having the faintest fucking clue what to make of himself. Jimmy was in one hell of a rut, and then he stumbled across you. "You here for an autograph? Or do you want to be cliche and ask me about my day?' Cause let me tell you something, it isn't fucking sunshine and rainbows. It's- grey, bleak as can be."