turbotheghostboyâ:
candybratvannyâ:
âIâm goinââŚ!â Vanellope protested, hurrying along by his side.
Turbo ran for the atrium elevators, only sparing the occasional glance over his shoulder to make sure that Moon wasnât too closeâŚ
He always seemed to stay within a short distance of them⌠but at the very least, it didnât look like he was coming any closer.
Vanellope didnât even bother doing that much, relying on her memory to navigate through the side rooms and out into the atrium again.
Now just up to the second floor and they should be nearly home freeâŚ!
Into the atrium, up the frozen escalators...their salvation was almost in sight.











