"Do you have a permit?"

Jessica sat down on the edge of the fountain. She took some more notes and snapped a few pictures. This caught the attention of a middle aged woman sat next to her. "Excuse me Miss! I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask if you have a permit to take those pictures of our fine town?" The woman accused Jessica.

Jessica turned to face the woman in disbelief. 'Did she really just say that?' She thought to herself. "I'm a journalist, it's kinda my job ma'am." Jessica responded to the lady, disregarding her with a level of sass. "I don't care what job you have, you need a Pinesdale permit to even be here!" The old lady started getting agitated, moving slightly closer to Jessica.

Jessica had no clue what the lady was talking about, she assumed the lady was just delusional. "I think you must be mistaken, that is quite a ridiculous thing to need a permit for!" Jessica tried to defuse the lady, while also moving away slowly. "Well, have it your way then. HELP! THERE'S A WOMAN WITH NO PERMIT! IMPOSTER!" The old lady suddenly started screaming, running out into the centre of the square and pointing her finger directly at Jessica.

This caught alot of attention, as everybody started watching. People passing by stopped and asked the lady what was going on. Jessica refused to hang around, as the old lady seemed to have a large following. She slowly backed off, her eyes focused on the old lady and the crowd.

As she backed away, she suddenly fell into a rather large man. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Jessica turned in panic after hearing the very deep voice...