Fred pressed her forehead against the glass and stared. This was a very bad dream. Locked in a funhouse with her? There was a soft sigh, and then she realized her nose hurt a little from the running into what shouldn't have been there.
"I'm not dreamin', am I?" Yeah, this was not good. "And you gotta get to me first to eat me. Which I don' want ya to do, but you would." A beat. "That's right, taunt the crazy lady."