The crowd was an excellent turn out, better than expected. It was the heavy promotion, the door-to-door efforts of so many of the PTA that encouraged this turn out. He personally found it better for those little inclinations that he might actually know someone beyond the usual pleasantries. Those were a daily occurrence, but the uncomfortable twist in his guts that indicated that something was wrong and that something was missing happened with a few people that he observed.

So as he adjusted his red tie and turned from the microphone to allow people to return to their sweet browsing, he spotted the dark-haired earnest looking face. It caused him to slow his walk as he looked the man over, someone who he didn't recognize by name but somehow had the inclination that they had met before. Like the continual worst case of deja-vu.

He shook hands with the head of the PTA, exchanging congratulations on the turn out, but his attention shifted to the dark-haired man. He inclined his head in the direction away from the bake sale, walking away calmly to place himself near the baseball diamond. There were too many children hooting and hollering on the jungle gym, and it would be suspicious if he brought a relative stranger to his office.

"Good day to you, sir. I see you've found something to your liking," he remarked, looking up at the blue sky with its puffy clouds. "You recognize me." And not in the way that people did when acknowledging him as principal.