Elsewhere, the medium bluffs his way past the security at the fireworks tent. Inside, he finds a cornucopia of fireworks, including (thanks to spending a point of willpower) a very big red one. He shouts out that there's a fire in the tent in order to get everyone to clear away, then starts to carry armfuls of fireworks out. Our two aspiring car-jackers, have gone for the taxi we came in, and a big tour bus. The taxi's insides are covered in blood, and the faceless corpse of the taxi driver, but otherwise, it's fine, and the urban explorer easily starts it going. The bus takes a little more effort, at least until the drama student finds the keys inside the glove-box. Both of them set off driving towards the stage, through the rapidly dispersing crowd.
Meanwhile, the thing's advanced upon the stage and the stage somehow lifts in order to slide me down towards it. I unload the revolver into it, and it seems like I've hurt the thing, until my face flashes over its and several bullet wounds open up on my chest and I pass out, having regained my face. At this point, the cavalry arrives, and in a flash of the headlights, the thing's gone. Until someone notices it at the back of the bus, advancing towards the drama student, who somehow pretends not to be aware and terrified out of his mind. The others gather up sparklers and ring the bus with them, hopefully trapping the thing inside. At the last minute, he leaps out of the bus, the blogger and the others throw a bunch of fireworks in, then light the Big Red One and lob it in. There's a catastrophic explosion, and then everything's quiet.