Connie had tried five times but didn't even come close to winning and what made it worse was a comment by another of the carnival's patrons who had walked by about how difficult it was. She did manage a smile as the man winked but decided to jot a few things down in her notebook as she stood by the game's counter.<br/><br/>"Everything seems to be free," Connie jotted down in her notebook. "Games are a bit impossible so they probably don't have to pay for too many gifts but wonder how they make profit"<br/><br/>Her notes were scratchy. After unsuccessfully trying a few of the other penny arcade games, Connie was getting a bit irritated and decided to give that up. She needed to talk to someone about what this carnival was about. The people who were working acted and seemed as if they weren't even there.<br/><br/>Connie's eyes darted to her left and she saw the lights come on the ferris wheel.<br/><br/>"Well, I'm a bit afraid of heights," Connie thought to herself, "but I think I can stomach it tonight and hopefully will run into someone who has an idea about this carnival."<br/><br/>She casually walked over to the ferris wheel, again tucking her pen and paper into her purse, her eyes moving to the other features - the small rides, what looked like a funhouse (always a source of fear for Connie), a hall of mirrors and another building that looked like a castle. It sure looked and smelled like a carnival but she needed more than that for her story.