Those damn carnies are ruining her business. She doesn't tell the superintendent anything - she doesn't get paid. And she needs to get paid. The pathetic residents of Wilshire Tower would apparently much rather carp on about their problems to a money-wrangling psychic than their blaring TVs and peeling wallpaper. She wandered through the halls and heard nothing but faint tunes humming from the flashing carnival down the street, and decided she'd try again in the morning.

As she exited the front door, the glaring sunlight temporarily blinded her, then permanently hid back behind the onslaught of approaching clouds. She glanced around, and noticed that same damn cop standing on the corner, staring angrily at a bus as it pulled away. There was probably a 90% chance he wouldn't recognize her, she figured. He fell into the 10% that day, and started calling after her. What a goddamn memory.

"Hey, you!"

She took off running. Might as well check out this carnival while she was at it.

But she couldn't go straight down the street. She saw that man with his animal mask standing in front of that old library. He always stared at her with the most uncomfortable intensity. Maybe he knew her secrets. No, it was a detour for Edna.

And hey, she'd give that damn cop a workout for his gut.

Hah, she sighed and turned up the alley as it began to pour.

As she hopped off the trodden path and onto the basketball court, her shoes began to slither on the increasingly wet pavement. Her face smacked flat on the pavement, and everything went black.