Ana & James & Open
"Clearly." One of the humans from the ticket booth came jogging down the Midway, stopped and screamed when she realized who the victim was. A friend, apparently. This felt like a bad high school drama production. Still, the emotion was real. Jim took a deep breath of it, unapologetically.
"Fair enough," he gave back. Ana had a point. In both deaths, the suggested culprit was far too obvious. "Almost histrionic."