The day started with an early awaking and the sky appeared frosted with stark orange light in the silence.
But there was something about the sound of the crowds from the tents surrounding her.
Taunting laughed from cruel patrons in the pale morning and frightened whimpers of girls from frightening spectacles.
What would come from that of the tent of the "Scissorhanded Man?"
Silence came from inside, and more common noise from that of the crowd outside.
Casual talk was heard by the woman, curious minds awaiting a new discovery.
It badgered Sage for some reason as she moved closer, knowing the performance would begin with her.
Don stood by the entrance, pulling off the façade of intimidation quite well, as he waited.
But soon spotting her he winked as he opened the flap letting the gossiping crowd through.
No comfort there.
This was not some dance or song on a stage.
Once again she saw him standing there, a scarecrow in his chains, head bowed; still as a gargoyle in the dim but growing light as the day crept upon her.
Sage knew her part.
She could feel his traumatized mind which mirrored her own so well.
Any performer would feel nervous.
The woman felt herself scoff as she moved through the ever-changing crowd.
This was quite different.
This was a freak show.
Humiliation and suspense were expected and given for mere dollars.
But what was the worth of her love then?
A few bucks to make up for what he has to endure?
She couldn't bear such questions, especially now. There wasn't anything she would be able to do.
At least she was with him, able to spend most of her time with her beloved Edward.
That was all that should matter.
But nothing is so simple.
Forget it.
Go on with the show.
The seemed to be a shadow, unnoticed as she backed away from the crowd, moving behind the cage.
Remember, the show has to be full and complete.
The audience must not question anything.
Bending down, the anxious woman picked up a key, placed there only moments earlier.
It was still warm.
Looking up to the large crowd, her breath hitched.
Some people had already begun glancing at her, but only as they glanced at everyone else.
They might think her one of them.
Only a few of them noticed when she supposedly curious slipped the key into the lock and turned it.
She pretended to be secretive about it continuing her play.
The stranger; Act 1
