The night was clear of clouds, the black sky pierced only by light of the cresent moon and stars. Bellow, the park was a specticle of glowing colors. Bright lights with neon shades were strung through the branches of the trees. A few tables were put in a buffet line, filled with drinks and snacks. Cheshire sat in a chair with a soda in hand. Random people were dancing on the open lawn while others stood talking. She wasn't quite sure was the institute people looked like, but she figured that they would be in a group if they came at all. Why wouldn't they? Oh, that's right, because all they know is somehow a stranger got into their school and left a note. They could be thinking this a trap. Way to go! She was mentally kicking herself. Oh well, if they don't show that means I'll have to try again.