The sun was beginning to dim it's light, and heat for that matter, as Autumn was whirling right under their noses. Dexter walked along alone on the sidewalk, heading for who knows where; basically wherever the wind took him. Although it was chilly outside, he wasn't looking to stroll into a cafe and order a hot, steaming cup of cocoa. He felt like doing something fun, yet relaxing. Hands in his jacket pockets, he ambled on and on, following what seemed to be a never-ending sidewalk. Then, he blinked and found himself standing at the entrance of the theme park. He cracked a small smile, his eyes glancing around at the typical theme park rides and games. He lifted his sleeve to check the time: about 10:15 am. Yes, Red River City was open, but lucky for him, not a very big crowd of people would be there.

He moved down past employees wrapped in the warmest clothes possible, usual rides that all kids loved from five to twenty, and wound up standing in front of a bench of all places in this park that he could be. He rolled his eyes and let his head fall back, looking to the cloud-filled sky. It was clear blue, not gloomy, but the wind was still spiraling around him. He spun around and noticed a blond-haired girl, who looked to be a couple years younger than himself. His eyes scanned the line of games to play where you could win prizes of all sorts: whether they were cute and cuddly stuffed animals, or blown-up hammers and electric guitars. He remembered when he was little and he always loved receiving the big dogs with their tongues hanging out of their mouths, or the blown-up guitars so he could strum along to his favorite hits. (That was before he got an actual guitar). Dexter smiled and took a few strides toward the row of games, and the girl. He stepped up to an activity where there were animals suspended from the walls and there were four rows of bottles stacked atop each other. He remembered this game. Even though he had never been the best at it, he still managed to get at least one glass milk bottle down.

"I'll take three balls, please," he told the worker, slapping down a couple dollar bills. The man slid them into his money pocket, bent down grabbing three white balls, and laid them in front of Dexter. He picked one up tossing it in the air a few times before turning toward the girl beside him. "So what brings you to Red River City on a crisp day like today?" he inquired before propelling the ball toward his target. Too high. He grasped a second ball spinning it in his hand a couple times before he had another go at it. He threw the ball and smacked the bottles down. He surprised himself that he had knocked down all three, and on his second time. it usually took him at least five tries to do that. "Well, you must be my lucky charm. I'm normally unable to do that. I'm Dexter," he said extending his arm to her in a friendly manner and waited for a response. Maybe some sort of movement or twitch, some indication to show him she was alive and not some life-like mannequin.