Raivess

Now, I really have to start noting my Dad as a reality check. Dead folks don't tend to appear in reality, so... Well, yeah...

We were in my parents' living room, as it used to be when my Dad was alive and healthy. (Come to think of it, it's probably the way it was when I was younger - the dresser was against the wall it used to be when I was a kid.)

Dad had bought a model set of a circus train, with the name of the circus brightly painted across the sides, and with open carriages for the animals. These models were incredibly detailed, but the carriages looked more like the carts you get at a fairground (like a waltzer) - Round, with a dip in one side that acts as the door (though how the elephant was supposed to get out of it, I couldn't tell you!) He was showing me the animals and how, if you turned them a different way, they sat in different poses.