Wednesday stood out like a sore thumb against the bright lights of the funfair, her baggy, gothic outfit contrasting with everything else that surrounded her.

The only thing that made it look like she hadn’t just teleported here on accident was you, stood by her side and trying to get her to go onto a ride.

“No. Do I look like a child to you?” Is all you get, her eyes still boring holes into your very soul.

And to be honest, she does, draped in that oversized jacket.