At last, the attention of the two young men in the wagon was drawn from the girls when a yellow Cadillac cruised by the caravan to the opposite direction, and Dolores could even hear Mr Green in the next wagon yapping amusedly at the sight. What he actually said was a simple ‘Is that a<i>Cadillac</i>?’ but the way he said it immediately drew a picture of his funny grin in Dolores’ mind. For better or worse, Mr Green’s mood was always clear from the tone of his voice, which was why she enjoyed his company so much.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: #00b359">Looks like we’re getting close,</span>” Dolores said and shifted about so the girl lying half asleep on her lap awoke and sat up.<br/><br/>“Finally!” Annette announced with a deep inhale and stretched her arms. However, once she saw where they actually were, with a view of the circus tents and wagons, the glee faded from her voice. “Doesn’t look like much.”<br/><br/>“<span style="color: #00b359">It’s just for a few hours,</span>” Dolores tried to reassure her, “<span style="color: #00b359">You might even see something that you like.</span>”<br/><br/>“I just want to see city lights again,” Annette sighed and went on, dreamily, “It’s funny, I’ve never seen a city from afar at night.”<br/><br/>“<span style="color: #00b359">What, never?</span>” Dolores asked and tried to figure what the girl was on about this time.<br/><br/>“It must be so beautiful,” Annette went on, ignoring the question, “All those brightly lit skyscrapers, surrounded by darkness, like the multicolored cityscapes on postcards—I must’ve seen it on a postcard, Dollie.”<br/><br/>“<span style="color: #00b359">It does sound like a postcard,</span>” Dolores replied and thought it best not to add anything. It was dangerous when Annette spoke in big words, because it generally meant she had no idea what she was talking about.<br/><br/>Just in time, the caravan of four wagons and five horses came to a halt, and Mr Green began to shout for instructions. These crates were to be carried to one place, these sacks to another… Dolores couldn’t help but wonder what actually was<i>in</i>them, but knowing Mr Green, she thought it best not to ask.<br/><br/>“I’m glad you decided to come,” the man noted at her as she walked onwards by the wagons with Annette. The French girl seemed more and more uncomfortable by the minute, as she started to realize what it meant to be so far away from civilization. Dolores wasn’t much of a fan either, but it wasn’t like it had come as a surprise. It was just for a few hours, anyway.<br/><br/>“Can we go somewhere it doesn’t stink?” Annette asked and tried not to get mud on the hem of her dress that showed from under her long coat. Dolores wanted to say ‘yes’, but wasn’t sure if it was an option. It was probably for the best to let Mr Green tell what to do next rather than venture into the mysterious tents and end up eaten by a lion.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>