Kayson's Carnival of Chaos

Previously

…Kayson, wrench forgotten for the moment, hurried after her, a new sense of purpose bubbling within him. The bumper cars sat silent, their brief rebellion quelled, a testament to the unexpected alliances that could be forged in the face of a crumbling, chaotic legacy. The carnival grounds, he was beginning to realize, were less about broken rides and more about broken down barriers, waiting for someone – or some people – to put them back together. Even if, in the process, they accidentally sent a herd of bumper cars on a rogue tour of the empty lot. It was, after all, a start.