A cool breeze gently rustled the mighty oak tree’s foliage.  It was this subtle, yet noticeable, change in temperature that caused the slumbering Felix to stir.  He recalled sweltering heat prior to his siesta.  Now, a welcoming coolness seemed to be nudging him awake, a reminder that home beckoned.<br/><br/>Still in a slight just-woke-up daze, he glanced at his surroundings, saddened that the music and dancing had stopped.  People were leaving the fairgrounds, heading for the numerous exits.  How long have I been napping? he wondered.<br/><br/>Snickering to his right reflexively triggered a turn of his head toward its source.  A young couple with a little girl of about six-years-old were all smiling at him, though it was only the munchkin who had audibly expressed her amusement.  She was about the same age as Mini-Maiden, but dressed as a fairy instead.  Mini-Fairy?  The woman reached into her bag while approaching him, finally handing him a compact mirror.  His reflection revealed what Mini-Fairy had found so delightful.  Seven sets of lip prints ranging in colors dotted his face, as if he was the target and the prints were launched arrows.  All had hit their mark.  And I was asleep for all this?! he annoyingly thought.<br/><br/>With a young one in tow, the woman was armed to the teeth with products guaranteed to keep her daughter as clean as possible.  She then handed Felix a pair of moist wipes for the lipstick.  By now, her husband had joined the gathering, as he inquired, “What’cha have to drink?”  After removing peach-colored lips, he answered, “<i>Tricerahops.”  </i>The woman shot her spouse a knowing look, as she stood vigil during Felix’s clean-up.  Nodding toward her, the man continued, “She cut me off at two.  How many did you have?”  Four fingers of his left hand indicated his reply.  His inquisitor visibly winced, followed by a smile.  “Yeah, that would do it,” he said.  The woman snorted her disapproval at the men, then nodded at Felix, satisfied at his lipstick removal.  Quickly standing, he shook both their hands and thanked them yet again.  For her troubles, Mini-Fairy received a tousling of her hair, though Felix was careful not to disturb her tiara.<br/><br/>The family moved on, waving good-bye to Felix as they headed for home.  May as well do the same, he thought.  Having slept off the worst of the IPA’s potency, his head was at least semi-clear for his own journey home.  And yet.  And yet something was nagging him to forsake home for now.  His mind’s eye revealed a clear, alternate destination.  One that was within these very fairgrounds.  Everything was so clear to him, it was as if someone had tattooed directly onto his brain a cut-off time and location of where he needed to be.  Needed to be?  For what?  Why am I going there?  And who or what supplied this information?<br/><br/>Questions such as these would not leave him alone, which meant he’d have to find out for himself.  The end to his means would divulge much-needed answers, Felix was sure of it.  Deep in thought, the opening salvo of fireworks startled him, to the point of causing a mild jump.  There were far more pressing concerns than enjoying a fireworks show.  Besides, he was always of the opinion that if you witnessed one fireworks show, you’ve pretty much seen ‘em all.<br/><br/>Not much farther to go, Felix was certain he was currently looking at his intended target, which was but a few yards away.  What exactly he was gazing upon was anyone’s guess.  Believing he was led here for a reason, he drifted into shadow, watching.  And waiting.  The pyrotechnics turned out to be a most welcome diversion, after all.