Look at the road, so long and lonely and untrodden. What lies ahead is impossible to see. It’s scary, yet tempting.
Shall we step on it?
Shall we follow it?
Yes, we shall.
(…)
You don’t feel like you’re actually leaving, do you?
No, I don’t.
But you are.
We’ll talk about that later, when I pinch myself, blink hard, and see the same funny characters staring back at me.