“What was written on them?” Sheldon asked.
“The book we’re in, of course,” Charlotte said.
“Wait, are you saying we are in a book? That’s crazy!”
“Wow, you don’t remember anything, do you?”
Sheldon snorted. “That’s not very fair is it?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I can’t very well answer a question about whether I don’t remember anything. I mean, how would I know?”
“He has a point pumpkin,” said Charlotte’s mother. “What are we doing here anyway? What is this place?”
“I suppose it wouldn’t help to tell you that it belongs to the author of the book we’re in.”
“There she goes again!” Sheldon said, and both of Charlotte’s parents gave him a sympathetic look.
“Let’s go home dear,” said Charlotte’s mom to Charlotte’s dad. They started to head for the door, with Sheldon following.
“Wait,” Charlotte said, “I can prove it. I can prove we’re in a book!”