Crowds lined up curiously outside. The air was filled with a sense of expectation as more and more people joined the line. A constant hum of excited babble was interrupted only by intermittent squeals of joy from the nearby rides. Those on the front lines eagerly released a few spare tickets from their wallets so as not to miss this experience of a lifetime. The marquee quickly filled with lively young people, cute couples and families on summer vacation. Even the grumpiest soul couldn't help but smile. Soon the entrance was closed, much to the despair of those still outside. The lights dimmed as the crowd began to settle in. A curiously dressed man walked towards the center of the ring. A smile that could rival that of the Cheshire Cat was plastered on his face. He pulled out a microphone and the words: “Take a seat.” The show is about to begin! » echoed throughout the fairground. On the outskirts of the fairgrounds, far from all the bright lights and busy paths, you could see a broken down caravan. Inside this hell, the faint light of a candle illuminated its four walls. A bed, a small table and a shaggy armchair were the only possessions in this accommodation. In the corner of the chair sat a special individual. He spoke little and spent his days staring at the ceiling, befriending the shadows on his wall. He was the star of the show, and it was almost time to put him in the spotlight. He got up, blew out the candle and went out. He entered the marquee through a side opening and was greeted with thunderous applause. But the applause was not for him. The crowd was unaware of his presence as the lights were still dim. Sticking to the shadow, he slowly progressed to the middle of the paper...... Edmond was able to respond, a man came running towards them. He snatched Abigail away as quickly as he could. When he had her in his arms, he turned to Edmond. Fire burst from his eyes as he shouted, “Stay away from my daughter!” You monster! » Abigail was dragged along the path, she struggled but in vain, her father was determined. Edmond stood there, looking into the distance. Abigail and her father disappeared out of sight. In his hands he still held the tattered doll. He turned around and headed back towards the properties. The door to his trailer creaked as he opened it and fell into the dark, empty room. He slowly sat down in his chair and let out a desperate sigh. He picked up the forgotten toy he had placed on the table next to him. A glint appeared in his eyes as he whispered, "So Fay, tell me a story..”