[They used to have something like a carnival. The adults were the nostalgic ones, they missed their youth and they tried to recreate it for the next generation. Ellie always thought it was kind of pointless. You can't miss what you've never had. Things like ice cream, chocolate, a full night's sleep-- you grow up that way, it's just your normal.

But once in a while, maybe after somebody raided an old toy store or something, they'd have little contests like that. Shoot at rat corpses with a bb gun, or maybe if they found balloons that weren't rotted they could blow those up and shoot them instead. She knows what he's talking about.]

Oh, is that all I am to you? Someone who can win you trophies? Well, I've got news for you, Mr. Kent, if anyone's taking home a stuffed bear here it's definitely me.