Re: George Lass and Dustin Henderson (Day 3)
"Great," George whispered back. Her entire career as a Grim Reaper had been an endless series of improvisations. In addition to a distinct lack of pay, the job came with no instruction manual and only the dubious benefit of having other reapers to answer her questions. When they felt like it.
So Dustin was probably right. Her adventure in Wonderland--and probably in Madison Valley--was probably going to be more of the same. Stumble into weird shit, and do your best to figure out how to deal with it. "You're probably right," she admitted.
They continued following the deer-folk, who clearly knew where they were going, or could see a path that George couldn't. "Not much farther now," the stag announced. He sounded excited. "We'll soon be at the ball!"