"Let's go, Moli, we have to hurry home," Donna said nervously, worried for her daughter.
Not only had they noticed something was off, but others had also seen the red mist. It wasn't long before the once-bustling streets became eerily quiet. The anxious pair hurried toward their home.
WHOOSH! A strong gust of wind swept by, causing Moli to look up instinctively. "Donna, look! There's someone flying up there! He's wearing a police uniform!"
"Don't look up! What if it upsets them? We'll be in trouble!" Increasingly anxious, Donna started to jog.
Luckily, their home wasn't too far from the factory. After jogging for about fifteen minutes, they finally returned to their familiar street.
The familiar surroundings helped calm their uneasy hearts. Moli, drenched in sweat, leaned against a wall to catch her breath. Her plump face was bright red as she panted, "I can't go on, I'm exhausted. I'm definitely saving up for a bike next time."
