[Blake's eyes widen further.] Everything?

What about little stuff, like bugs? There's no room for numbers to fit. And they;d be all heavy. Make it tough to fly.

[But it isn't long before Blake is entranced by the Dracula's chant. There's numbers swirling around him and drifting through clouds of color, shifting and dancing. His eyes get wider and wider.]

[Blake breathes] Wow. Two.