Backstory.

"Honey, it's just your imagination." Everyone said it was imagination, or a bad dream. God, I wish it was. I wish everything was just a nightmare and I could walk down the street without missing child signed plastered all over the city of Hurricane, Utah. I wish I could look at that place the same as I did when it was first built and I had no knowledge of the Bite of '87 incident. I would give anything to walk down the street meeting Adam and getting pizza listening to Blink 182 or off-key jamming to 'I Believe I Could Fly' along with the animatronics. Why did I go out with them?