2019-07-27 - Step Into The Light

A pleasant enough Saturday morning, warm enough with a few passing clouds, but the air feels warm already; it will be hotter by mid afternoon certainly. Still, good for getting to the flea market, and warm enough to enjoy shade in the various stalls. Farmers market stalls are nice, but open, the flea market like vendors are a little better with more covering. Such as this one selling mostly used clothes. All is fine and splendid on this afternoon day.

Jack is here, as if searching for just the right thing. He's ignoring clothes and looking more at the dangles, like he needs a dangle for his house. Not characteristic of the local mechanic, but he's here none the less. Every so often he looks at a grease penciled tag to check the price and grumps a little, maybe disapproving or maybe just uncertain.

Near the ‘fitting’ rooms is a middle aged woman, maybe upper thirties, standing around holding outfits for maybe a boy of 10 to 12 years of age (or a short older boy, or a young tall boy. The rug curtain is drawn over that room and she’s tapping a foot. She calls back, “Hurry up Ivan, I don’t want to be out in the summer heat all day.” It’s not really ‘hot’ yet.

Having told Jack to go ahead while she waited in line at one of the food trucks parked and lined up for the event, Andi breathes in the aroma of the different foods being cooked. This truck was sausage and peppers and a few other sandwiches and it's the one she was waiting on. There were peppers and onions cooking constantly and it just made the mouth water. Andi isn't immune.

The Gray Harbor officer is off duty today and she collects the food after paying for it. A small cardboard carry out holding a philly cheesesteak and sausage with peppers and onions with two lemonades. Now that she has the grub, she goes in search of Jack towards the clothing area. It's where he said he'd be. Maybe.

Out and about, Rick looks around rather carefully before he makes his way over towards the flea market part. He's dressed rather simply for now, just looking around as he walks. He hasn't noticed anyone in particular yet, just watching the general crowd.

As much as Isolde worried about Alexander, she needed a break from the hospital and the temptations. Instead she was wandering the flea market. Specifically - she was looking for a door knob. A door knob that matched the one she was carrying with her. She did not want Alexander getting stressed out about the door when he got back to his house. Every now and then her attention was drawn to something shiny or interesting looking. But really - this door knob was important!

Abby is here to look at everything. She's in comfortable shoes and she's got her business face on, which is a wide-eyed staring at all the things: clothes, decorative knick-knacks, even used records. She's just picking these up to stare at the covers, but at least she's looking. She also hums a little to herself as she wanders carefully among the stuff. "Hi. Excuse me. Hi. Sorry. Excuse me."

What a glorious day! Over by a stall of jingly-jangly dangly things, there's Yves: a leggy blond in snug denim and a blatantly vintage western style button up with pearl buttons and a rather ambitious abstracted floral pattern in red n' white on black. Hipster? Weirdo? He's got orange tinted aviators and a plastic cup of something green and presumably healthy.

Yves glances to Jack, and then what Jack is looking at -- like he doesn't want to miss out on a good bargain himself or something. A beat or two, then Yves finishes slurping on that smoothie and says to Jack; "Prices are murder, right? Just remember, the chance may never come again."

Jack couldn't smell the sausages or cheesesteak, but if he could, his mouth might water too. Other than that, no one would know as stoic as he usually is, whether he liked the food or not. It didn't matter, he saw an antler rack light set/chandelier like thing in the rafters of the stall and was looking at it just over head. A slight nod to Yves, he wasn’t even grumping about the price, "You're right, where else can I find classic pabst blue ribbon cans cut into lamp shapes?" He might be serious even, but just looking for a purchase probably. A nearby excuse me from a record browser, Jack mutters in response, “You’re good.” He steps aside a little to give her room while he glances.

Erstwhile, near the fitting rooms. “Come on Ivan, lets go, its been 10 minutes.” So said the worrisome mom, just before she opened that curtain to the fitting room Ivan was in to discover, there was no Ivan in side. “Ivan!” She alerts anyone in the area, which would be most in that same stall at the least, and maybe some outside that stall. “Where’d you go!” She steps into the stall and tries to move the ‘rug’ like walls in the back. The flea vendor, normally a quiet fellow, is coming back, “Ma’am, ma’am,” to get her to calm down. He sees her trying to lift the rug, “Can’t open that, its zip tied closed!” He’s not so loud. And lo, as she pulls up some ‘flooring’ rug comes with it. A neon zip tie showing where the vendor tied it together, to prevent easy ‘outs’ for shoplifters most likely. Curiously enough, one set of clothes of Ivan remain in the ‘fitting room’, whether his or the vintage he was trying on is anyone else’s guess as the mom, pulls harder at the wall, “Ivan, come back.” She sounds worried but pinned on he got away some where, like a game.

Isolde was studying a couple possibilities when the lady started shouting. Looking up with a frown, she glanced in the direction - spotting Yves as she did. A familiar face! That was good. She carefully weaved her way towards the blonde man, standing beside him as she watched the lady calling for Ivan. Her brow furrowed. "Did you see the Ivan?" Curious as she looked up to Yves and then around like she's trying to maybe spot this Ivan person. Not that she even knows what the kid looks like.

Abby's in jeans and a bright yellow t-shirt. And a backpack, which just makes her extra careful navigating her surroundings. The t-shirt she ends up looking at only has one wolf and no moon, but the wolf is pretty majestic. And look, the eyes sparkle in the light, because of the glitter. She's giving it some serious consideration, brow mildly furrowed, mouth and nose crooking from left to right. She interrupts this at the sound of the worried voice calling out, looking up and towards the fitting areas. She sets the shirt down, covering it with others so no one comes and snatches up her prize lone-wolf-no-moon shirt, and starts wandering towards the commotion, trying to figure out what's going on.

At least the food is in a small box. Andi takes a look over from the outside as she approaches. All she can really see is the wall being tugged and the floor coming up, but that's likely from the lady shouting for her kid. No cut ties, no gaps. "Everything is secure from this side, ma'am."

"Yeah, sure, but will it be the -same- one, man? It's gonna be a whole different experience in the future -- you've only go -this-, /now/, like, right now." Yves replies to Jack, his tone even to the point of flat, but calm as anything. A moments pause, then he reaches out for what looks like a tiara made from Barbie heads and glitter. "Can I interest the gentlemen in this rare find?"

Surely Yves is joking... It's just, so... Deadpan. No further sales pitch though - he's turning towards the hubbub of Ivan's Mother becoming understandably disturbed. Eyebrows raise as Yves' attention is dawn into the fitting area commotion, the disorder there... Then around; like... This is harshing Yves mellow. The smoothie is abandoned, in favour of turning to Isolde as she steps up. "What, Ivan the terribl--- no, no I don't think so, but..." Vague motion, like 'why would I?'. A beat, then he frowns and looks back at the fitting area, the frowning - at Ivan's mom, the mirror, the whole situation. "What you reckon, Izzy-bee?"

Having started to look at one of the stalls, Rick's attention is taken by the shouting for an Ivan. "Hmmm..." Moving over towards where those shouts are coming from, which is thankfully not far away. "What's the problem here?" he asks, focused on the mother and the vendor now. Keeping calm for now, hoping that the calm might rub off on the people.

Jack looks up, as others do, at this missing boy business. Things look ordinary to him. The lost boy in plain site doesn't fit the bill. He backs away a little. That antler rack light contraption is not worth whatever it is. He seems to go quiet in the moment, gathering towards Andi, a familiar voice in the crowd. "I'll have think about it," offered towards Yves as they part a little company

The mom backs up, then tries the other walls between the few fitting rooms the vendor made for trying on the awesome vintatge shirts, and t-shirts. "He just went in to try on that pikachu shirt," she says, more frantic. Those who are noticing (everyone succeeded) will see there is no pikachu shirt in there, but an older button up like shirt (the clothes in the stall are Ivan's, he has the try on clothes wherever he may be). "Certainly he's gotten some where," she expresses towards Andi who mentioned nothing wrong outside. As others fathom it. A large man near the check out who wanted that PBR lamp, chins towards the rooms. "Its the mirror, we should break it." Like he's really pondering that course of action. The vendor doesn't like it, "No no, lets all settle down. Ivan is in the area." But there are no boys of age, certainly not responding to that frantic mother. The vendor says to Rick, "She lost her son, he probably wandered off."

Isolde looked back towards the stall, turning the doorknob over in her hand. Making a thoughtful little noise. Then back up at Yves. "Maybe he walked into the mirror." Or a mirror monster grabbed him. Isolde thought both were pretty possible. Then she looks to the larger man. Peering at him as he seems to echo her suggestion. "I agree." With breaking the mirror. "Well. No. If you break the mirror he might not be able to get out." Looking to Yves. "Do you think breaking it would be bad or good?"

Oh great. A Pokemon shirt. The kid is likely in some pokeball somewhere, knowing this town. "Sir, no breaking the mirror. Not unless you're buying it. And if you think the kid is in a mirror," Andi attempts a dubious expression and tone but in this town that was all too entirely possible.. "Then why would you break it with him inside it? Hm?"

Abby has her calm, friendly face on as she takes in the conversation, only just arching an eyebrow at the mention of breaking mirrors. Or people walking into them. Basically, anything mirror-related that's going on around her. And yet she holds on the neutral expression, no judgment here. But she does wander over for a closer look at the mirror and the small fitting room. "He's probably just hiding somewhere," she offers calmly, but then leans in and squints slightly after looking at every corner of the place, "Can the mirror be moved? Maybe there's a hole behind it?"

"Huh." Well, there's Yves' reaction to the concept of children getting lost in mirrors. Is he really that chill about it, or just having a hard time processing things?... The look he gives Isolde a moment later, well, it looks too sombre to be entirely unaffected. "..." A hand reaches into his back pocket. "Izz-bee, how'd'ja reckon one steps into - or out of - a mirror?"

Oh great. Yves is one of those weirdos -- turning, and giving an upnod in Andi's direction after they give their two cents about the logic of smashy-smashy. Out comes a wallet. "How much for the mirr--" then a beat, and Yves looks towards Ivan's Mom instead, then over to the vendor... Reading their vibes, perhaps.

Rick nods a bit as he hears what's said, frowning a bit as he looks to the various people present. Nodding at Andi's words. "Words of wisdom," he repeats, as he looks around to see if there's any clues there.

The mirror is a bit much for Jack, he's gone just a touch white. He is comfortable at the back of the stall, or in this case, near the entrnce because mirrors and stalls are in the back.

As for the mother, "He's here, he's here somewhere. He always does this. Ivan's little games of hide and seek, he's so good at it." She's pretty frantic, but sound serious about this boy always 'disappearing' like this. "Yeah, behind the mirror," she agrees. She goes to grab it, the vendor moves to help before it is broken. They lift it, no hole, alas.

"No telling who's next, break it now," he says. Like damn who ever is missing, lets not all go missing is his mentality. "I'll pay for it," he says, looking for something heavy. Like this little ashtray, a rock or something from yellow stone, probably a 50s era souvenior from the national park, when smoking and taking stuff from national parks was cooler. All in all, vendor and mom want to keep the mirror, the guy wants to smash it - its about 50-50 on the split decision for mirror breaking or not.

Isolde looks just the slightest bit distressed at all the different conversations going on, but grips the doorknob a little tighter and tries to just focus on Yves and absorb what everyone is saying. "I don't know about walking into mirrors." Then she looks down at the doorknob. "Maybe you knock?" She peers at the mirror again. "How long does it take for him to come back, when he disappears?" She asks the mom now. She doesn't seem to be in complete favor of breaking the mirror...yet

Abby frowns as the mirror is moved to reveal a lack of a hole, and takes a step back, starting to look around the rest of the stall. "Well, he must've slipped out some other way," she concludes, offering Ivan's mom a reassuring smile and a sympathetic look, reaching out to lightly touch her arm. "I'm sure he's just hiding somewhere, then. Especially if he does this a lot. I'll go look around outside!" She declares and starts heading towards the front of the stall, pointedly ignoring any and all discussion of mirrors. It's as if that's not even happening.

Yves' eyes flick back-and-forth between Ivan's Mom, the vendor, and then Big Man over there with his big smashy mirror plan. There is one long, hazy moment which suggests the blond man with perchance for vintage may be A Little Stoned, but when that moment passes? He turns to Isolde, and smiles gently. "That's a beautiful image, and perfect question... Here. Take my wallet." A ratty leather wallet is handed over to her, as Yves glances towards Rick and then back to Isolde. "See if you can get any support to talk Mr. Big out of causing seven years bad luck..." There's a flash of a sad smile in Abby's direction as she steps back and Yves steps forward -- moving to position himself in front of the mirror.

Now, Yves isn't a big man -- he is a tall man, but he's more like a bean pole than a broad bean -- but it seems like Yves man be a stubborn man, as there's a distinct vibe of a 'stand-up protest'. If the mirror is in threat of being smashed? Yves will be its human shield.

With her hands full and another officer there, Andi nods to Rick, "May want to get a statement or something, if we can't find him." But she considers him a moment. "Hows the shoulder? Healing up alright?" He was just shot after all. Hearing Isolde and seeing the distress she nods, "Try knocking on the mirror, I'll look around in here." The food is handed off to Jack with a slight shake of her head. "Just be careful." With that, she goes searching.

"No, breaking the mirror is not a good idea at the moment," Rick replies to the big man, studying him for a few moments. "How does such mirrors work? Do they need to be whole for someone to end up inside it, or would breaking it just create smaller portals, so to speak." There's a brief smile and a nod offered to Yves as he steps in, before he nods at Andi. "Statements, yes. Perhaps we should call in one of those officers actually on duty?" As for the question about his shoulder, he shrugs, grimacing a little. "Irritating, mostly. Desk duty is quite boring."

Jack is quiet, not sure which way to go with it, but if the breaking of the mirror meant some danger somehow, he'd stand behind that side of the discussion, in the back.

The mom is feeling the wall, like there is a secret rug lever that opens up secret rug holes. "Come on Ivan, stop worrying mother now!" Everyone else probably doesn't buy the boy can hear her, she's in her own delusion of how this works. She does hear the question, "Oh, usually 15 or 20 minutes, sometimes for hours, such an imp." Her voice is worried though, she probably suspects its more than hide and seek, but like most town folk, best not to talk about it.

The Big Man gives pause thanks to Isolde. Having been lifting the heavy ash tray rock, he was ready to end that mirror. If any others considered helping break it, Yves protest gives everyone pause for a moment.

The sound of a mirror cracking is heard, then a thud. Sounds like from another stall, the one two down is closed. There is a gurgling noise from inside. "Oh, the swimming game again," says the mother, sort of white of color herself. She looks up like she doesn't like these games of Ivans so much.

Isolde looks wide-eyed...and a little uncomfortable again for some reason - stuffing Yves wallet into her pocket. She watched her boss walk over and stand in front of the mirror like it was the last tree on the planet. A twitch of a smile. Then her focus returned to Big Man. "Have you been taken by a mirror before?" It's such a crazy question asked in such a sincere manner - anyone asked it would take pause.

Then there's the cracking sound. That didn't sound good. She felt bad for the mother - a little. Worse for Ivan if he wasn't doing things on purpose. She shot Yves a concerned look, but grabbed Big Man's hand - wanting him to follow her over to the other stall and see what was going on inside.

"Ivan? Iiiiiiivan?" Abby is already out by the entrance, calling out with one hand cupped to her mouth and everything. She's being proactive and wholly disregarding the whole mirror situation, with only a passing frown of confusion over her shoulder. And a small step back inside to stare expectantly (and rather puzzled) at the new developments.

Yes: Yves, standing in front of that mirror. He made a decision, and it may be one that brings him little joy if the gently morose expression of glum determination if anything to go by - but who needs joy, when one has satisfaction instead? From his spot in the fitting are, he watches Isolde -- giving her an upnod, which may be intended as encouraging. No hands on hips, no power pose -- Yves just idly stuffs his hands in his back pockets, and waits...

Almost smiling at the sound of a crack, although it's a sombre little smile. Could it do with what Isolde asked Big Man? Yves watches the two of them jet off -- a moment later he's looking towards Abby as she hurries along, then Rick and Abi... But no move to leave quite yet. Just in case? Who knows.

"Check all the fitting rooms, I heard a crack from.. glass." Andi refuses to say mirror, with one already being so fought over. With Jack given the food, she starts checking the stalls, a couple down from where the kid had been changing. The one she hears gurgling from. She flings it open to look inside.

Wincing as he hears that there's a crack, Rick frowns. "The swimmming game?" he asks, watching the mother for a few moments as he hears that. Nodding at Andi's words, he frowns a bit, waiting for the answer to the question he asked now.

Jack stands, food in hand from Andi, but a silent observer to the ongoings.

The Big Man stops at the question, if there was ever a better question to pause him in his tracks, it wasn't heard today at least. But he stops and looks quietly to Isolde, that could be a yes, but he doesn't voice an answer. He certainly does not give a negative reply. Then he's dragged towards the other stall. For a big man, its giving him a little pause even, but he does go, slightly behind Isolde even.

Stalls are checked, the one the noise came from that Andi opens, there is a boy laying on the ground in a pikachu shirt, it seems wet as does his hair. He's on his back and it does look like he's chocking, the source of the gurgling noise. The mirror in that stall, a more vintage body mirror with fancy trim, is not cracked however. She nods, "He doesn't like to swim," she says to Rick. Then she moves out of the stall she's in. "Somebody help my Ivan," begs the mother, goining to look to see which stall he might be in, probably drained on the emotional level and not sure how to help him breath better.

Abby's whole face scrunches up in a frown, jaw hanging slack for a second as she processes what's going on. She can't quite make out what's happening from where she stands near the entrance, but the moment Ivan's mother calls for help, she and starts hurrying on over, doing her best to squeeze herself past anyone in the way to get the boy, "Excuse me! Sorry!" Apologetic smiles all around finally giving way to a businesslike look.

Yves remains in that vintage stall -- what's he doing, checking himself out in that damned mirror? Because people have gone away to tend to Ivan or question Big Man, and there's Yves: looking in the mirror, pushing his hair out of his eyes as he frowns at himself. Damned right he needs a shave and a wash... But instead, he's not-quite-touching the mirror itself... Then moving: going to grab a long, gauzy shawl and other scarves from the vintage stall's racks. Cloth flutters through the air, and for a moment it looks like he may try them on... But no. Yves just drapes the scarves over the mirror, giving it a rather jaunty look in floral silk, but completely rendering its reflective surface useless.

Andi is no doctor and steps back as Abby comes forward. There's a look of relief she passes towards Rick and with things looking settled, she walks over to where Jack stands. "Now we ask.. how did the kid get two dressing room stalls over. What was the cracking sound? And how'd he get in all that water?"

Frowning as he listens, and looks around, Rick notices Abby heading over towards the boy and his mother. "LET HER THROUGH!" It's called out loudly, in case someone isn't moving. He steps a bit back, over towards where Andi and Jack is, nodding as he hears Andi's question. "More questions than answers, at times."

It seems people do part when Abby suggests she be excused in a business like manner. She's given clear access, somewhere that business like voice having a hint of authority or at least knowledge hopefully. That an few else step up if other than to gawk. Abby can see the boy and figure out what is causing the issues.

Meanwhile, Big Man with Isolde is trying to stand back. The gurgling boy and another mirror to contend with are not really what he's after. He still has the ash tray and pulling back sees the other mirror being covered, "It doesn't stop the voices." Which is clearly something for him alone to know about, and maybe that boy. But he sets the rock ash tray on a nearby shelf at least. Backing up to give Abby room with some of the others, and maybe a little to be further away from mirrors.

To Andi, Jack shakes his head, "I don't want to know. He made it back it seems." Hopefully alive, but the person looking at him seems like she knows a thing or two, hopefully.

Isolde has been watching quietly, intently. She still has a hold on the Big Man though doesn't seem to realize it. When he talks about voices, she nods. Looking up at him and letting his hand go finally. "The voices always find a way." A hint of sympathy maybe. "Thank you for not breaking the mirror. That lamp is neat. You should get it." All the way back to that lamp he'd been checking out earlier. She finds her way back to Yves now that the boy is being tended to - handing him his wallet back. "Looks pretty." The scarves on the mirrors

"Jack, this is Rick, my partner. Rick, this is Jack, my..." Ex-husband? Boyfriend? At a loss, Andi just shrugs. "Mine." A grin accompanying the word. There's still the fringes of worry as she awaits the official word from Abby, but with herself and Rick on light duty, they can't go in guns blazing, manhandling anything.

Abby manages to get to the boy after squeezing past the others. "Thank you, thank you," she says as people get out of the way, then drops down to kneel at the boy's side, leaning in to check his vitals. As she does, she spots Rick, flashes a quick smile his way in recognition and waves her free hand. "Hi! Would you call in an ambulance, please? Thank you so much!" Then she goes about the business of reviving the boy with quiet efficiency, administering CPR as it seems he's briefly ceased the choking, checking his vitals, clearing his airways, until at last he's coughing up water again and she helps position him to let it all out. "You're okay, Ivan! Your mother's right here, everything's okay. Just breathe. Innnnn. And out..." And so on.

"Rick," nods Jack to said partner, a man of many words this Jack. He watches too.

Watching and worrying, even as Abby breathes life into Ivan, it fills his mother with some. "Oh bless you, bless you," she says, and turns to Ivan, "You should be careful. I'm so glad you're okay." Thanks to Abby he choked out some water, he's more glad to catch his breath. His eyes do look around, as if seeking something else. But there is nothing else to be seen, not unless by the eyes of Ivan alone.

The Big Man nods, "Yeah, its .. good. I think I will." He accepts the sympathy and is also glad to turn thoughts away from mirror for himself. More on Abby's words of breathing in and out, nodding and catching his breath.

The vendor comes to look at Yves, ignoring the water damage in the other stall for the moment, in favor of, "Is that necessary?" The covering of mirrors.

"So this is the mysterious man," Rick replies lightly to Andi, offering a grin at Jack. "A pleasure to meet you, Jack." He looks about to say more, before he pauses at Abby's words. Nodding, as he offers her a smile, he takes his phone out of his pocket, dialing the number to get hold of the ambulance.

There's lots of hollering, and there's Yves: adjusting scarves on a mirror, even going as far as to tie one into a loose boho-inspired knot. What is he, trying to make a display? When Isolde comes back to him, he turns and gives her a sad smile. "...You think so? In many cultures, when people die, we cover the mirrors -- it's, important. Not all grief is to be reflected back at us - we know it's there. Why create more?"

Yves reaches out, briefly patting Isolde on the shoulder -- well, almost. The Vendor arrives, and Yves is left looking at him, hand hovering. "Yes. Let's give it some time, yeah? Start a trend: dress your mirrors up, brighten the place up a bit -- don't want the rumour mill ruining business, you dig?" A lopsided smile, then Yves does turn -- patting Isolde on the shoulder. Eyebrows raised. "Will you buy me a smoothie? I've lost my wallet. You alright, Izz-bee?"

"Sad things can be pretty still. Scary things can be beautiful." Isolde's gaze lingered on the mirror. Ignoring the vendor. Not quite on purpose, but she had other things on her mind. Yves question pulls her back from her thoughts and there's a little giggle. Producing his wallet. "I'll buy you a smoothie. If you buy me a funnel cake." Offering him the wallet back. "I am okay. Lots of bads things have been happening lately." A look over her shoulder towards where the people were with the boy. Then back to him. "I would like some good things to happen."

Once it seems that Ivan's heart is thumping away and he's breathing, even if still coughing out water, Abby's content to just stay by the boy's side and watch, holding him in so he doesn't roll fully onto his back again. She looks back over at the boy's mother, keeping her tone calm and informational, "I think Ivan's going to be fine, but he definitely --" Abby stops herself as her eyes dart around the fitting room. Not a pool in sight. Definitely no oceans. Let's just ignore that, then! "-- inhaled some water, so he needs to go to the hospital and get checked out just in case, okay?

"Then it's a good thing no one died here today." Andi inserts, not wanting the mother or any of the gawkers to misunderstand and think there had been a death here. With the two men in her life introduced, she nods as Rick makes the call. "When this settles I'm going to go have lunch." Reaching for it from Jack again, she holds it.

"Yeah, yeah," mutters the vendor, and will move to cover other mirrors. Cover up what happened a little, prevent some rumors from harming the business. Like the mirrors could trap someone, he sees the logic in that would be bad for business if he had mirrors up so soon.

THe mother is very thankful to Abby for saving her boy, more directly because choking and CPR was rational, the mirror save less so. That's just the game Ivan plays it seems in her world. "We should get you warmed up, get you home." The sun has risen more on this late July saturday. A pause, she nods to Abby, "A visit to the doctor, than maybe some ice cream?" Because she doesn't want to see the truth, ice cream helps everything.

"A pleasure to met you Rick," returns Jack to meeting Andi's partner. He hands over the food, "I can find us a place to sit." He doesn't need to stay around for any emergency personnel to arrive. Rick called for help, it won't be long until an ambulance is heard. Jack is good not being around for that part either.

Abby seems content to wait around for the ambulance. And, while she's there, occasionally checking in on Ivan's boy, she pokes at the floor and trying to lift the corners of the tent, searching for - who knows? A concealed kiddy pool? A water bucket? A puddle? She steels herself and smiles at the kid's mother again, "Oh, you should ask the doctor about the ice cream, but I'm sure he can have some kind of treat!" And then, quieter, "I think I'll go and have a treat too."

"Truer words cannot be spoken - you're so very right, there's nothing left to say on that." Yves agrees with Isolde, pausing on to give the vendor a thumbs up as he mutters and heads off. That brings a certain wryness to Yves smile -- but when he looks back at Issy, he's looks almost surprised as he takes back his wallet. "You don't reckon this is a good thing? We're going to buy each other brunch," Is a funnel cake technically brunch? He continues. "And the coroner isn't invited. This? This is a good day -- it just isn't a good day to die."

Isolde seems to think about that, following Yves off to wherever their feet take them. Likely a smoothie stand and a funnel cake one. "That is a good thing." She decided finally, offering up a bright smile then. It's getting hotter out too, so she sheds her ragged flannel over shirt and ties it about her waist. "A good day to not die. " Maybe she'd get Alexander a smoothie too.

Rick smiles as everything seems to be resolved well. As people seems to move off, he remains where he is for a little while longer, looking around at the various people and goods in the area. He lets out another breath as the ambulance arrives, stepping a bit further back to make sure he doesn't interfere with anything.