It hit!

Ding!

“Great throw, Alice,” Laura said as they walked back to the wheel for the final time. “The dart is stuck almost dead-center on the target!”

The crowd cheered appreciatively.

“Are you ready for the final round?”

“Definitely!”

Alice took the wheel in her hands and spun it. Laura took out the red wedge.

“For ninety-five thousand, in what year did Freddie Mercury die? You have sixty seconds.”

It took her a moment to remember who Freddie was. She remembered that he died from AIDS some time in the late 1980s or early 1990s, but the exact year? She wasn’t sure.

“Ten seconds left!”

Shit!

Alice knew she had to answer quickly and just pick one of the years.