You work at a concession stand at the fair, helping your parents on a stressful evening. You quickly enjoy surrounding yourself with people and you like the atmosphere that the fair exudes.

After a while you notice a young man, he keeps looking at you and then whispers something to one of his friends. His sneering grin unsettles you and the atmosphere suddenly becomes unpleasant.

Your closing time is approaching and you shoot the snack stand. Little by little the lights of the fair go out and you go home tired. A few corners away you meet the guy who watched you at the fair, he stands in your way. "You smell like greasy hamburger."