Everyone instantly backed away when the siren popped out, a bit weirded out by the sudden appearance of the siren light.

“…what’s that all about? Your cue for what?” asked Crystal, quirking an eyebrow at the Repairman.

Bedlam, on the other hand, was starting to feel irritated at how bored he was. “Ugh, forget you guys! Falc, I’m going out. Hit me up when you’re ready.” With that, Bedlam flew into a dark corner to meld into the shadows and slip away.

Falcon watched his friend go away before slowly looking back towards the Repairman. He had to admit, he was just as curious as Crystal was, and he had all night to go trick-or-treating with Bedlam.

The Repairman barely noticed Bedlam leaving, as he was currently trying to push the light back in, to no avail. However, he did note the way the demon exited. Some use cars, some use portals, some (like the Repairman) walk, but it was always neat to see how characters in a universe made their exits.

Pop.

He successfully pushed the light back in, only to have it spring up on the other side of his head. Ugh. Guess there’s no chance of that this time. He wished it would stay a nagging in his head, instead of on it.

“Oh, that just means someone broke the Wall again,” he clarified, jerking his thumb behind him. "Apparently someone in some New York or other can’t keep their eyes off the camera.“

He pulled a ratty, ink-grease-and-jam-stained towel out from behind his back and wrapped it around the light. There was still a glow, but at least it wasn’t as obnoxious.

”…So,“ he said unenthusiastically, "that’s my cue to head there. Thanks for letting me drop in for a bit.”

He turned to pick up his tombstone costume, then stopped. Perking up, he looked back.

“Oh, and thanks for the treats!”