Dylan turned back once more, he felt as if he was being followed. He turned to Clara who was deeply engrossed in eating her cotton candy.

"I don't know why you didn't get any, we both are sad we deserve some sweetness at least" Clara mumbled.

"Hmm.... so do you notice that someone has been following us around?"

Clara's lips parted, she stopped walking and turned around to check if they were truly being followed but all she could see was people living their normal lives.

"Nah... I don't think so... no one knows where we are and so what if we are being followed? what is their aim?"

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