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I understood a lot of Halloween traditions in Darrow, as they were similar to things we had done back in London, and it was nice to have something so familiar and comforting as that. I was excited for it, I enjoyed knowing it was something that didn't make me feel entirely out of place, even though some aspects weren't quite the same.

The haunted houses, for example, were very new.

I had already been to one with Eddie and some of the other kids from the home, but it seemed like there was a new one nearly every weekend. When Elio asked if I wanted to go, I nearly jumped at the chance, because I had liked the first one so much. Being scared, as it turned out, when there wasn't really anything to be truly afraid of, was an exhilarating kind of experience. I had laughed and screamed and jumped in the last haunted house, clutching Eddie's hand or Beverly's shoulder, and I wanted to do it again.

I was waiting impatiently outside of the Home for Elio. I had been told I had a curfew, as usual, but that was okay. I had some money in my pocket for the entrance fee and for dinner if we wanted to have some. Mostly I was excited for the haunted house, though. I couldn't wait. I hoped Elio was the sort to scream.

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I hadn’t really wanted to leave Oliver while he still wasn’t feeling well, but he assured me that he would just be catching up on some sleep and that I should go have some fun. It took a bit of convincing to get me out of the house, but I finally left. I took a car out to the city, because after the evening’s plans, I doubt that I would want to bike back to the lake alone at night.

The car pulls up in front of the children’s home and I thank the driver, confirming payment on the app as I claim out. There really is no reason to carry cssh anymore. Sometimes I am still blown away by how far technology has come in thirty years, but I’ve mostly gotten used to it.

Jamie is waiting otside and I shove my hands into the pockets of my hoodie as I approach, bumping his shoulder with mine in greeting. “Hey kid,” I tease, jerking my chin towards the home. “No one else coming?”