[Julia found that during her breaks she often returned to the same scorched patch of dirt where she'd burned the last physical traces of her past on her first day here. Always lingering, looking out and wondering what would happen if she just kept walking. Would it be something truly terrible like the rumors said? Or would she be able to escape? And if so, what would she escape too? They were questions that constantly plagued her, but each day she turned back. Today was the same as she weaved herself back into the crowd of the carnival. Eyes looking forward, but seeing nothing. Not until she saw
him leaving what she guessed was his tent. Remembering his name written on a piece of paper, but her mind supplied simply; there is Mr. Nowhere.]
No one to welcome to the carnival today?