How to talk to Conner Bailey
It was the last day. The next day there would be the awakening of all the Americans. Goldilocks only had Conner left. She knew it would be hard, even if she was fifteen years older than him.
It was three in the afternoon. Conner and Goldilocks sat at a table, each equally nervous.
"Are you here for your independence?" tested Conner.
"Kinda," said Goldie anxiously. "I want to be the old Goldilocks."
Conner placed his hand on her shoulder. "We all change," he said.
"I know," said Goldilocks, gaining confidence. "But that doesn't mean that we also change mentally. I'm still the great swordsman, or maybe you'd day swords-woman, you know. I just want you to know that."
Conner sighed and hesitated. "I do," he whispered.
"Wow. Are you sure about that?"
"Yes, I'm sure, Goldilocks. Believe me."
"I think I do," she said thoughtfully. "Now, we're the last ones left here. Wanna jump into The Land of Stories?"
"Sure do!" he said. "There is a party anyway. Ready, Goldie?"
"Ready, Conner," she said. "One, two, three..."
And they jumped into the storybook together.