"Just about honest enough, yeah." It's a nice fantasy, being told that this is all a joke, or better yet all a dream. The dankness of the air, the sting in her legs and the shortness of breath all say otherwise, though. "Thank you."

She sighs and pushes her hair back behind her ears. "If you find that escape route...let me know, okay? I'm a good baker, I can make you a pie or some cupcakes or something."