The noise was deafening; a never-ending barrage of shouts and screams, an assault on the auditory senses that threatened to drive anyone to madness. How anyone could endure such a chaotic environment day in and day out was truly a mystery, one that defied all logic.

As you made your way through the crowd, you noticed Jean sticking close by your side. Wherever you moved, she followed, her eyes fixed on you like a hawk tracking its prey. It was as if she were afraid to let you out of her sight, even for a moment. Did she not understand that an outing was meant to be enjoyed, not endured?

Despite the fact that she clearly was not enjoying herself, Jean refused to leave your side. When you went to grab some punch, she followed. When you struck up a conversation with the staff, she hovered within earshot, seemingly intent on absorbing every word.

While her presence was comforting, it was also stifling. You almost felt as if you were on a leash, with no freedom to roam or interact with the world around you. What was even the point of bringing her along if all she was going to do was stick to you like a shadow?