He kept looking over his back as they walked in silence, like they were being followed, watched,<br/>spied on. It was maddening, all this time worried that they were being followed... hang on, I can't be worried,<span style="font-style: italic">well you are</span>but I CAN'T be worried,<span style="font-style: italic">well unfortunately, you are</span>, but... I... how?<span style="font-style: italic">I don't know</span>,<span style="font-style: italic">he's the priest!</span>YOUR NOT MAKING ANY SENSE!!!!<span style="font-style: italic">Chill</span>... what do you suppose is following us?<span style="font-style: italic">A couple of bad dogs, if your lucky then it could just be shadows... wait, there's no such thing as luck... well, your screwed</span>. Wait, WHAT!?!? Get back here, what do you---... oh... Heartless... great.<br/><br/>When they arrived at the car he said<span style="color: #4040FF">"Nice car, mustang, right?"</span>