Xanadu felt a little claustrophobic in the old fire station. Though she could not see, she could barely guide her way through the crowds with her cane and the noise of children assaulted her ears from every direction. Her curiosity regarding the Ghost Busting business was in danger of being outweighed by her desire for quiet.
"Oh Mom! Mom! Please can I have a t-shirt?"
Xanadu apologized as the eager ten year old, leading his mother by the wrist, blazed a trail almost right through her. Xanadu readjusted the sunglasses quickly, the remains of her eyes were still fresh and only barely scabbed over. There was no need to give anyone nightmares.
The seer turned, "Excuse me? Who's in charge here?"