A well traveled trunk sits diagonally across the edge of the table. Its lid is propped open and airline tags hang from its handle. Inside is a miniature night scene of the Dark Pool in its early days before anyone but the locals new about it. A few cars sit in the makeshift parking lot. Someone has strung a string of lights across the gorge to illuminate the shiny, black, surface. A few people stand near their cars and some watch from where they have hiked up onto the cliffs surrounding the pool. An enterprising local has opened the first Dark Pool Hot Dog stand which doesn't seem to have too much business tonight (though later the owner, Grandma Walker, will become the first Dark Pool Millionaire from the earnings of her roadside video casino). Is that the sound of a carousel you hear in the distance? No, that will be years later when word starts to spread...