*While driving home from the grocery*
Starling: All right. Let’s do some imagination stimulation. I’ll go first. See those three kids over there; one on a bike, another on a skateboard, and one in the strange contraption they have connected to the bike? They’re on an adventure. Right now this town is in great danger, but none of us would believe them if they told us. An evil vampire, of course, and his creepy ghoul have kidnapped bike-guy’s little sister and the girl who was babysitting her. He’s totally in love with the babysitter. They’re rushing haphazardly across the street right now because they’ve just found out where he’s keeping her and they have to get there before the vampire sacrifices his little sister and turns his girlfriend into his vampire mistress who will then help him kill us all. Now your turn. Go!”
Master Betty: “Eh, I don’ t know.”
Starling: “How about the car in front us with the three pink initials on the back window that probably stand for her first, middle, and last name? What’s with that?”
Master Betty: “L.R.M. are not her initials. Why would someone put initials on their car? Who knows who she is, and who would care?”
Starling: “Her friends.”
Master Betty: “She does’t have any friends. Those initials are a game code: left, right, middle. All her friends are dead. Her family too. Anyone left alive hates her.” As an afterthought he adds, “The end.”
Starling: “W-why do all your half of the imagination games always end with everyone dead?! But I guess that’s a pretty good start.”
Master Betty: “No. It’s the end. There’s no reason for her to go on.”
Starling: “…”
