Note to self: do not get accidentally sucker punched by Ryke Meadows.

I take out my phone. This needs to be recorded.

For Willow. Not for anyone else. Definitely not for the internet.

Connor and Rose start nearing us, probably to do damage control, but the damage is seriously already done. There is a rule about touching the actors. Don’t.

A few clowns on the hill yell, “Security!” like their friend is dying on the cement. Another heavier-set clown charges Ryke for vengeance.

I’m near laughter.

I probably should be helping, but I consider my presence here helpful towards one person. Willow. She’s not going to miss this.

Lily clutches onto Loren’s back, and Connor increases his pace and sprints to Ryke.

Connor extends a hand to the heavier clown. “It was an accident,” he says in a calm business-tone. “My friend reacts before he thinks.”

The clown suddenly stops but his lip still curls, pissed at Ryke.

“The clowns look mad,” Lily whispers to Lo, but I’m close enough to hear. “Like real anger.”

Connor must hear, too, because he replies, “That’s generally the sentiment that appears after someone is punched.”

Ryke doesn’t hear, since he’s busy apologizing profusely. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

The bodyguards surround us, and they take over, trying to deescalate the situation with the clowns. Creating barriers between us and them. Bystanders have their phones out like me.

Loren spins around like he’s trying to count heads.

His eyes land on mine.

I nod. I’m here. I’m alive. Willow gets to see this. Tonight isn’t so bad. Rose even holds a can of pepper spray, aimed like she’s about to douse any clown that approaches her. Classic Rose. I make sure to get a video of that for Willow.

The security team talks with the park staff, and within minutes the verdict comes in.

Ryke is being banned from the entire park. Not just the scare zones and mazes. It’s actually kind of hilarious.

A minute later, the clowns disperse, and Loren sets Lily on her feet. We all huddle together. I pull the strings on my hoodie.

Ryke removes his flower crown, just to run a hand through his hair. “I’ll go wait in the fucking car. You all just go on without me.” He sets his flower crown back.

It’s tilted to the side. Off-center like it might fall.

Connor, standing closest to Ryke, is the one who straightens the crown for him. It’s weird. Sometimes it seems like those two despise each other, and then there are moments like this. It confuses the hell out of me.

“No,” Loren tells his brother. “You’re not waiting in the car like you were cast out.”

“It’s fine, Lo.”

“The park did technically banish him,” Connor cuts in.

“Then the park banished all of us.” Loren touches his chest theatrically. “I’m not leaving Ryke behind.” Ryke opens his mouth to protest, but Loren says strongly, “It’s Halloween. I call the shots, and I say we go to Queen Rose’s place and watch Poltergeist on surround sound.”