Dave Cameron, currently stuck in a noisy arcade in the little town of Craton, Iowa, sipped at his Pepsi Cola and looked about the room. It was decorated with streamers of red, white, and blue hanging from the rafters and wound about posts. The crowd was dwindling.He was keeping an eye on the four kids who were his siblings. The three girls, his sisters, were across the room near the concession stand. Ricky, his little brother, was sitting close by at an arcade game fighting off aliens or something. He couldn’t afford to lose sight of any of them and possibly get left behind. He would not be able to find his way back if he did.