Re: George Lass and Dustin Henderson (Day 3)
George understood his reaction. She remembered lying in bed as six year-old, trying to imagine being an adult like her parents, being forty. She's be so old! Well, she'd never even made it to nineteen, so that wasn't ever going to be an issue.
"The truth hurts, you young whippersnapper," George said with laugh.
"Don't forget to shake your fist and tell those kids to get off your lawn, while you're at it."
She stopped and looked around. They were still wandering through a technicolor forest. She was completely lost. They could wander through the place for days. The only bright spot was that eventually they'd be kicked back into...Madison. George gawked.
A couple of...arguably "people" appeared nearby. They looked like humanoid deer? The male had a huge rack of antlers. Both were dressed in elaborate clothing. "Greetings, strangers, the stag addressed them. "Are you on your way to the ball?"
George exchanged a glance with Dustin. "Uh...sure," she said. If they knew where they were going, that was good enough for her. "Wouldn't miss it. Mind if we tag along? We're a little bit lost."