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The red headed punk just listened to the two speak as she dug her right boot into the ground crashing the dirt under her. Henry started to babble on about things, something about her name and a curse. She would find it weird but the fireball from early was hard to top. [color=ed1c24]"Yes, like the treat. GOD, you better not have any jokes about that either magic man,"[/color] she said. He soon mentioned two strikes, did the punk miss something as she was unsure what he was even going on about at this time. She would have asked but frankly she did not want to know at this time. He seemed to have not heard about the places she and Denys came from, once again she was not shocked by this as they dressed rather strangely, plus the fireball really put things into focus.

Denys had soon asked them both a question as the three began to walk somewhere, the punk having to carry her guitar once more. Candy Cane knew what year it was but did it really matter, she could be rude about it but so far no one had rubbed her the wrong way. Plus this place was rather different to the places she had been to before. [color=ed1c24]"2006, why is it important to know?"[/color] she asked curiously. Henry seemed rather talkative, the young punk was not sure what to make of this either. Candy Cane just wanted to know what was happening and why she was here. But it seemed those answers were not going to come to light anytime soon. As the punk moved she had a feeling someone was watching her, she could not see anyone yet the feeling was present.

It was very strange and it creeped her out, perhaps it would pass in a moments time. However, it did not but she could not say why. She wondered if Henry or Denys felt the same, she would ask but she did not want to seem crazier than she already was. The guitar had been strapped around her body and as she moved she played a few chords though no sound was made other than the sounds of the strings that were played. [i]'I wonder why this thing came with me, is it important? At least I still have my championship belt,'[/i] she thought to herself. In this moment of time, she was just following them, they probably had better bearings than she did at this time as well. The punk was still very confused about what happened as she was thrown into this unknown world.

She did hope Miss Spencer was OK, though she would never dare to admit it to anyone. They were now near some tables and a building, the punk did not pay much attention to it. The feeling of being watched soon went away as she became distracted by the guitar she was messing around with.