I read through the newspaper Mr. Emerson, my boss, lent me. The headline jumped from the page, saying "New Disney Attraction Brings in Tourists!" [i]Big deal[i], I thought, frowning. Tourists meant meer people, and meer people meant witnesses. "Leigha," my co-worker Delilah told me, "costume time." I nodded, set down the paper and changed into my Belle costume. **** Yet another child came over, beaming. Her golden blonde curls shimmered in the light. "Hi," I greeted, sitting down to come eye-to-eye with her, "what's your name?"