Gary and Caroline stood side by side and looked at the emptiness of the bog and mushroom forest. A goblin ducked out of a clump of mushrooms and hooted at them, then dashed back in again.
"What do we do?" asked Caroline and it was a question that went echoing down the long corridor of improbability, a question for which there was, at the moment, no satisfactory answer.
Swiftly, Gary made an inventory:
The clothes they stood in.
A few matches in his pocket.
A bow and some arrows, but the bow didn't count for much.
And that was all. There was nothing else.
"More pets," said Caroline, bitterly.
"What's that?" asked Gary, not sure he heard her right.
"Let it go," she said. "Forget I ever said it.”