**Quinn's POV**

"Quinn!"

I immediately looked back when I heard Dylan's voice. He was already outside in a wheelchair. I ran over to him. "Hey, are you okay? Do you feel dizzy or nauseous or something?"

Dylan chuckled. "I'm just feeling better. This house is so big and I'm free to go everywhere."

I shook my head and bring him inside. "Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet. I was waiting for you. The person who brought me here said you'd be here any minute so I just wanted to eat with you."

"Oh yeah? ...