One wild roller coaster ride later, they were on their way to the food area. Devika’s hair was a fluffy mess, having been tossed this way and that from the various turns and loops of the Devastator. Still, she was happy – and hungry. Tim was texting his wife, trying to garner her location. The trio weaved through the crowd, scents of various fried foods mixing in the air.

Although she’d never say it, Devika was starting to feel the strain. There were long lines everywhere, and people were irritable. It was like sandpaper.