Processing . . .

As the sun began to set, Isabel reluctantly made her way back to the entrance. She had seen and experienced so much more than she had on her first visit, and she knew that she would never forget this trip to Gloryhole Swallow. The park had truly left her in awe, and she couldn't wait to plan her next visit.

"Second time's different," he said, not unkindly. He was bald, with a grey goatee, and wore a black polo shirt. "First time, you're a ghost. Second time, you either quit or you become full."