It was half time and the lines to the concessions stretched out, winding back and forth until all of humanity was reflected in the hopeless eyes of the sophomores who had volunteered to staff the stands. The sweltering heat of the day never left and was now supplemented with sweat and body heat.

Two girls stepped into the end of the line. Merle wrinkled her nose in distaste at the sight of the line. Josephine was too busy feeling around in her purse for money to notice. Her fingers closed on paper but when she drew it out she was disappointed to see that it was just a small orange square.

Merle asked, “What’s that?”

“Just one of the fliers Ronny was handing out.”

“I heard about that from Megan, it’s like a warning or something?”

“Yeah but it doesn’t say what he is trying to warn us about. It’s all stuff from his dreams.”

“Is he crazy?”

Josephine’s glib answer turned to ash in her mouth as every light went out at the same time. Her hand shot out and grabbed Merle’s as people started to panic.

“Run!”