Dodging the blows of this damn teenager with fiery fists, you didn’t even notice how you lost sight of Deadpool. Having managed to get lost among the crowd, you immediately started looking for Wade.

Deadpool was lying on the ground, making an angel among the dust and dirt,humming some children's tune, he turned to you and you noticed a knife sticking out of his head.

"Are you my fairy? Oh, I really dream of going to this ball." Deadpool was clearly not himself with this knife in his head.