"Right was going to be a terrible, terrible adventure." Her tone was solemn as she transported them both instantaneously, the quiet of his home immediately replaced with the sounds of a carnival - a slightly run down one supported by the fire department of some town in the middle of nowhere. There was a midway with games and fried foods of every sort imaginable, a rickety ferris wheel and slide ride toward the back, but the main selling part, to her at least, was the sideshow. Carnivals never had sideshows, anymore.