As soon as Carrie bit into the fruit, John felt like something was tugging at him. Soon the tugging feeling got strong enough to start visibly dragging John closer to Carries bag. "Hey! why is it affecting me?" said a panicked John as he grabbed hold of a nearby lamp post in an effort to stop any further movement.
"Sheesh, what's wrong with your head?" said the now annoyed kiosk worker, "I already told you that anything can happen, and I really do mean ANYTHING." By now, the tugging sensation had upgraded to a force that was strongly pulling John closer to Carrie, to the point that even though John was still clinging to the lamp post he was starting to stretch out longer as if he was being sucked up by a cartoonishly big vacuum cleaner. At this point, the pulling force was also pulling Carries bag closer to John as she tried to hide herself, and her oddly windy bag, behind the gambler oak. But this barely helped, as John was starting to lose his grip on the post and by now he was being stretched out even further than before!
After Carrie sprinted behind the oak and found a large enough indent in the tree to stay put, she frantically searched her bag for what could possibly be causing this much suction, and found that her art-book was the only thing that was pressing against the inside of her bag as if it was trying to escape straight through a wall. "John! I found the problem! The fruit affected my artboo.." before she could finish her sentence, John lost he grip completely and rocketed straight toward the target, screaming the entire time, and after he somehow rounded the tree without touching it, he vanished into the art-book and the suction stopped completely.
"Oh my god! Don't worry, I'll find you!" Said Carrie as she frantically flipped through the pages of the book but after she didn't find him anywhere inside it, the book started to shake around as if something was trying to escape from the pages. After turning to where she felt the movement coming from, Carrie was shocked to find that john was now,