"I think clown gods require a child sacrifice," she replied, just as flatly. She wanted more of the protein bar, but she steadfastly wrapped it back up and shut it in the compartment again. If they got out of here soon, they could get some real food. Otherwise, they needed to make it last.
"Did we make a mistake, getting a dog, if we're both going to be walking into parallel clown dimensions and getting trapped in time and shit like this?" Caylie's sarcasm was coming in spurts, replaced by questions she didn't really want to ask. But asking them made her feel like she had a better handle on things. Like she could focus on the soap opera portion of their life, rather than the imminent death by calliope music portion of it. Although, behind that, there was another question. Getting a dog as a couple was pretty much a test run for an even bigger responsibility, even if they'd rolled their eyes at everyone who'd said so at the time.