Imagination, where will we go today? I don’t much mind where, just so long as I get away.

The Sahara Desert? Lots of good hallucinations to be had, mirages to see…

Nah, too hot.

Well, fine, then. How about the Emerald Isle?

I just wrote fifty pages about leprechauns. If I hear another Irish accent, I swear…

Not Ireland. Okay. How about Wales?

It’s just…so rainy!

I thought you said you didn’t care!

I don’t. You choose.

Ugh! You know what? I’m leaving!

What?! Please don’t leave me!

This is the way it always works. I run away, and you choose to chase me or not.

Except when you drag me…

So are you coming?

Where are we going?

Oy…