It was a bright, sunny Saturday in Starlight city's biggest park; dog walkers, bird watchers, picnicking couples and small children ran rampant around the place. Mr Kingfisher adjusted his sunglasses, trying not to feel the vague-ness of a building headache from his still-sore ears after the long night he'd had. A heavy rave in an abandoned warehouse and who-knew-what drinks he'd been chugging down left him a little seedy today.

It was a glorious day despite the teen's would-be hangover and the centre of the park had been converted for a city event, disco-skating in the park. A local radio DJ had already set up shop with a microphone and heavy speakers blaring out old classics, Xanadu and What a Feeling among others. The event had been advertised for a few weeks now; since an old time-capsule had been dug up that contained a pair of roller-skates. The buzz around such quaint items from the past had been enough for the city officials to decide that an event would be a good way to raise some money for their next campaigns.

Thus, in the biggest city park, this Saturday, they had dragged out a few hundred pairs of old skates, a local DJ and a large skating park. So far the event was drawing a slow, steady crowd that was growing as the day went on.

Dustin had stood in line for about ten minutes, quietly sipping on some water and making his way through a crepe by the time he got a chance to grab his skates and go to the front. He loved anything that involved sporting activity and the idea of these retro disco things had been thrilling. Nothing like the boards that people used these days.