"No," she replied, gazing back.
They heard footsteps, and Julia came jogging up to them from around the theater.
"Where have you been?" asked Uncle Justin, the concern evident in his voice.
"Thinking," she replied, brushing the hair out of her eyes.
"Couldn't you do that without waiting behind?"
"Like you should talk," Julia mumbled to herself.
The rest of the group began looking around at the other shops on the street. For some reason, they were all closed. Traffic had dwindled down to nothing. The street-lights had come on early, revealing a deserted town.
"We'd better hurry," Ritchie said. "Is the door open?"
"I think so," Tom replied, reaching for the door again.
"Wait," Julia said. "That's what I wanted to say. Something is wrong."