They found the Ferris wheel by following the sound of it, the slow mechanical rhythm of it carrying across the park, and when they came around the corner of a food cart and saw it properly Liam stopped walking for a second.
It was tall.
Taller than it had looked from the entrance, the kind of tall that only revealed itself when you were standing directly beneath it looking up.
The gondolas moved in their slow circuit, some near the top catching the afternoon sun, the whole structure turning with the patient certainty of something that had been doing this for a long time and had no plans to stop.
There was a queue.
A long one.
It snaked from the entrance gate back along the path and curved around the corner, easily forty people, moving forward in the specific incremental way of queues attached to things that could only take a certain number at a time.
