QUINN & TOM!
How long had he been searching? A month? Two? There had definitely been two carnivals before he had stumbled upon this one. Looking, searching, and questioning complete strangers. Asking if they knew the whereabouts of one man. One Tom Pawlowski. Quinn had been unable to remember the name of the carnival that Tom had purchased, too caught up in a whirlwind of love, lies, and heartbreak. He was determined to find him though.
The carnival had been closed to customers for quite some time now, but that did not stop Quinn from sneaking around as if he were a thief in the night. He ignored the few dirty looks that were thrown his way, his eyes remaining straight ahead of him. Completely cool in his manners. Cool as a cucumber.
The fire instantly caught his attention. Flames of red, orange, and yellow lighting up the night sky and casting shadows along the ground. He was an outsider, it was obvious by the way he was dressed -- too clean, too proper, too well put together -- but most were too afraid to approach him. Mustering up all the courage he had, Quinn finally took the initiative and approached someone himself.
"Excuse me," he stated politely, a single hand reaching out to tap the shoulder of an older man. "Would you happen to be familiar with a Tom Pawlowski?" Maybe a little too eager. Quinn was silently hoping and praying that this would be the carnival he was looking for. Third time's the charm, right?