You go to your local circus, waiting for it to begin. You stand by a pole that holds up the circus tent. While you stand there, the main attraction slips inside the circus with a couple silly flips and tricks. He was always your favorite clown of this circus. — After a while it began to end, so you walk back to your car. Only to feel a cloth over your mouth and the feeling of being dragged away.

You wake up in a basement, with your favorite clown in front of you. “Morning sunshine!”