Soave Mosso   THE GALWAY FAIR 12:19 P.M. Eimear Quinn was the director of the Partime Quarter's Galway Fair. It was a yearly tradition in which a big festival is held all day and into the next morning. It takes place exactly one day before Christmas Eve and is situated in the Soave Mosso, a marketplace in the center of Uillean Village. The theme every single time has always been medieval. There are many things which she has to put into the festival: banners, booths, games, music, props, stages, shows, performances, etc. Quinn has been lead director of the Fair for the past five years, but this year was going to be a bit different. On the day of the record-breaking snowstorm, she had lost her only child, a daughter. She panicked and hoped the police would help find her. She gave them her description and a photograph. The story quickly made headlines. She went back to setting up the festival. It was too early for her helpers to arrive, but she wanted to make sure she was there first. No one else was around, except she noticed a woman in a gray sweater with a long red dress and boots walk into the Wyvern Tavern. She tried not to worry about her daughter, and hoped the police would find her really soon. However, she created some information on her own, making a "Child Missing" sign with her daughter's picture and profile to show to anyone who may have seen her. Eimear had gotten permission to use the Soave Mosso marketplace to run the Fair, but it was still a pretty big place to attempt locating a missing person, let alone a small girl. She decided to go around town asking others about her daughter's whereabouts. 3:57 P.M. She went from Rue Nouveau all the way to Rue Nordeaux but didn't find any information leading to her daughter's disappearance. She soon saw a man with his dog on Rue La Michele, and she tapped him on the shoulder. The young man quickly turned around. "Excuse me," Eimear asked, "Have you seen my daughter today or anytime yesterday? This is how she looks like." She held up a picture to him, but looking at the man again, she suddenly realized he was blind. "I'm sorry," he said to her, "I'm sorry Miss, I won't be able to tell you, I'm blind." Eimear reacted in a surprised manner, "Oh, I didn't know. I apologize about that, young man." He continued his walk down the street, and she headed back to the Fair's setup. All the helpers were gathered in Soave Mosso, all thirty of them. Throughout the day, Quinn was shouting orders in four different languages. Various food stands were being built first, while the sound stage was almost complete, judging by its construction. Speakers and sound equipment were coming in and being lined along the outskirts of the marketplace. The tallest ladders were needed to hang the Christmas lights, decorations, and banners. Even a fifty-foot tall Christmas tree was brought in, and the workers had to hang on wires in order to decorate it from top to bottom. Boxes of fireworks were also delivered. According to Eimear, this was going to look great, quite possibly the best year for the Galway Fair yet. 8:16 P.M. Everything was in place. Well, almost everything. Eimear's daughter still wasn't found. She refused to believe she was involved in some freak accident or even worse. Still, the Fair was successful. Visitors, citizens, vacationers, spectators, news reporters, and festival goers alike were coming in minute by minute. It almost came to a point where it was noticeably overcrowded. The workers of the Fair were all dressed for the occasion in medieval attire. The band playing onstage was blasting all sorts of world-fused and Christmas tracks, while each food stand had their own ethnic taste and particular background. It was an international affair. Fireworks lit up every half hour, and every song people heard was done in a different language each time. Everyone enjoyed the cold evening. Eimear saw that everything was fine, until she turned around and saw a familiar face. It was her daughter. Holding on to her backpack and stuffed bear, she appeared too weak to walk any further. Eimear ran to her and picked her up. She smiled and cried heavily. Why? Perhaps it was because she was just so happy to see her again. A couple police cars and an ambulance soon arrived with a news crew. A group of people gathered around to watch them. A news reporter came up to them. "The missing child has now been found," the reporter stated to all. "What is her name?" the newscaster asked. "Muireann," Eimear replied. "Muireann Quinn," said her daughter. She had finally found her.