As the machine began to spin Joanna saw the other two riders: a father and his young son. From what Joanna could make out through the tubes, the father looked like he was in his early thirties, in good shape and fairly attractive with stylish hair and a well groomed beard. The son was young, maybe 6 or 7 years old and if she had to guess he had probably had to stand on his tip toes to meet the 4 foot height requirement of the ride.
The scrambler was still building up speed and the tubes were tilting upward due to the inertia. Joanna began to feel strange, like she was being pulled apart at the seems. She tried to look around at the other riders but she couldn't move. And then everything slowly faded into blackness.
Joanna slowly regained consciousness. It seemed like there was light all around her, far too much light to still be in the carnival tent where the Scrambler had been located. Slowly she opened her eyes seeing that she was lying in her bed at home. 'It must have been a dream' she thought to herself.
She slowly got out of bed and realized that she was fully dressed which was odd. Odder still was that not all of the clothing she was wearing was her own. Not all of it was originally from the same piece of clothing either: Some pieces of the clothing she was wearing transitioned into a different piece of clothing somewhere in the middle.
