I didn't want to go anywhere or do anything. I didn't want to see fireworks or people. I just wanted to stay in and watch movies in the peaceful silence of the cave, but they had other plans. They dragged me with them to the happy, sunny fair. And just as I feared, Main Street was choking with people. And worse, it was choking with Normals with their henna tattoos and Eminems and Birkenstocks and wassups. It was my fault of course. I should learn to say no.