“Fingers!” she said.

Ding!

“Congratulations, Alice!” Laura said. “That is the correct answer. Since you’re still standing by the wheel, why don’t you give it another spin?”

Alice groped for the wheel and pulled the side she grabbed towards the ground. When the wheel came to a stop, Laura read out the challenge.

“For eighty-five thousand, you will have to hit the bullseye on a dartboard with a dart.”

Alice gulped. She knew this was all but impossible with the blindfold on. Still, she knew she’d have to give it her best shot. One of the stagehands held her hand and guided her to a spot on the floor where he turned her towards what she guessed was the dartboard. Before he left, he put one dart in her right hand.

“Alice,” Laura asked, “are you ready to begin?”

“I’ll give it my best,” she answered.

She took a deep breath and tried to imagine what a dartboard looked like in her mind. A ton of different shapes popped into her head before she came up with one that was round and set on a stand five paces away from her. She tightened her thumb and forefingers around it and took aim at the imaginary target.