"Uh, Marina?" Eight asks me. I snap out of my daydream. I'm standing in front of the blue-haired fat clown. "Earth to Marina," laughs Eight, "which balloon do you want?" OH MY GOSH. It was all a daydream. I sigh, "the blue one, please."

As Eight digs in his wallet, the clown looks directly at me and winks. Uh-oh.

THE END.