You leave the dressing room and step back onto the midway.

The game booths are empty. Stuffed prizes sway gently from their hooks, though there isn't any wind.

In the distance, the Ferris wheel groans and a single car rocks slowly back and forth. Then you notice the wooden sign beside the path.

FOLLOW THE RULES

The words look freshly painted. Yet, everything else here is covered in decades of dust.