John didn't want to be here. He would rather be anywhere else, but you saw a flyer and begged him to take you. So now, you're both at a theme park and he's itching for a smoke.

"Right," he says gruffly, adjusting his grip on your hand as he looks around, "so, where do you want to go first, kid?" He's not sure he trusts you to pick something that won't make one of you throw up, but it's your day, and he promised to do anything you wanted. He's not entirely sure why.