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This morning I woke up on the floor. I guess I never got up after collapsing in a heap underneath the window. Sister Wendy is in charge today. She's a batty old coot who speaks with a lisp but all in all she's pretty nice. After a day of extra good behavior I have managed to get her to take me to the carnival again. When we arrive it's just as it was before, pandemonium and joy. At the ticket booth I'm relieved that there's a different vendor, it would be bad if the one from last time recognized me in front of sister Wendy. Just as we exchange our cash for grubby crumpled tickets a loud eruption comes from the center of the festivities. Suddenly the carnival is more pandemonium than joy as peaks of fire roar over the crowd. Everyone manages to get out in time even though the exits are hard to locate. Later we find out that some guy who calls himself "Brockman" pushed a fire eater into the food cart which is pretty much a barrel of oil and grease. It ignited quicker than a match and caught the neighboring bootleg liquor stand alight in less than a second. I have a feeling the carnival will be gone tomorrow.