The other night I was talking about my manuscript with The Man. It went something like this…
ME: And then there’s the locked room.
THE MAN: Mmm hmm.
ME: She needs to get out of the locked room. Remember, there are no windows, the door’s locked. No vents.
THE MAN: Huh?
ME: She needs to get out, of course. I’m just not sure how she’ll do it yet.
THE MAN: …
THE MAN: Sorry, yeah. I thought we were talking about real life for a second.