As the two had approached the damaged entrance, complete with its rusted over lettering, Jason had let a quiet curse leave his lips. "THAT," he said as he pointed up to 'Come to Chi_a ke Ark', "THAT is spooky." Pausing, cellphone in hand, Jason snapped a picture of the dilapidated welcome before returning the device to his pants pocket.<br/><br/>Following Adamar again, Jason said "there's not a lot of signal out here, apparently." Not that that was too strange, why would someone build a cellphone tower way out here anyway? He did as Adamar had done and peeked into the wreck of a ticket stand. "Yeah, I don't think anything from in there is sticking around." Turning back to his friend, he smiled. "But keep your eyes open for a lockbox, or anything else that could have survived the weather for a few years. We could find you that souvenir yet."<br/><br/>Looking around the pair of them now, Jason sort of shrugged his shoulders. No denying the atmosphere of this place was something, but Jason felt like the biggest 'threat' to the pair of them would be a rainstorm. Wait, why was he thinking about threats anyway? This was just a fun thing to do with his best friend, while the two still lived close enough together to hang out easily. It wasn't always going to be like that...<br/><br/>"So, where should we go? Looks like a lot of the stuff is still standing. I mean, we probably shouldn't try to ride any of the rides, but other than that."