Raz leads the way into the tent. There are figments of his imagination scattered liberally about, mainly focusing on his life in the circus and his life as a Psychonaut. The basic structural integrity of the tent is fine, as does the equipment. A large podium sits in the back of the tent, looking melted and burned. So too does the large icon behind it, shaped exactly like a Psychonauts badge. A few clowns dressed like firefighters are discussing the best ways to repair the area.

There's a few undamaged spots. But the damage still seems prety extensive, and Raz looks pretty crestfallen about it.

"Guess that's what psychic burnout looks like," he mutters.