The sun was high in the air as ragtime music echoed throughout the area. The circus sat in a vacant lot on the outskirts of the city, where backroads were a common roadway and where neighbors were miles in between each other. The massive clowns head door smiled as people entered inside, besides the fact that there were minimal people parked in the lot, there was some other, small, underlying feeling; not happiness or excitement, it was something else, but the feeling was so insignificant that most people dismissed it without a second thought. A man stood inside a multicolored booth at the entrance and accepted admission tickets with a smile and a nod, welcoming in everyone that had passed him by. He was bent and old, grey hair covering his balding head, and his bifocal glasses hung at the end of his nose, his name tag read "Hello, my name is: JIM".