Resignedly, “There’s no way out?”
Gently, “No. None whatsoever.”
Hopefully questioning, “You’re sure about that?”
Matter-of-factly, “I’m certain.”
Wheedling, “No, teeny-tiny loophole somewhere?”
Firmly, “No loophole.”
Soberly questioning, “How about that many-worlds stuff? There’s got to be a parallel universe that has a way out.”
Flatly, “Still no.”
Excitedly, “I know! If you don’t go in, you don’t have to worry about coming out!”
Quietly, and with the softness of falling snow, “That’s not an option.”
Resignedly, “I know.”
Heather Kilbourn 