Wide-eyed, Hedda drifted upstream people exiting Summer Carnival. She gravitated to the last Ticket Collector of the night. “Park’s closing in twenty minutes.” The Ticket Collector said. “Enough time for one more ride.” She smiled. His eyes drifted down her plaid mini-skirt and Doc Martins, he punched her ticket. “Do you mind directing me to the Out of This World Whirl?” “Not at all.” He retrieved the pen from his chest pocket swiftly, spitting the top off the pen and pulling a folded map from a pile. He quickly drew the route.