She shakes her head. Ib from upper class suburbia, very different from a fantasy world like this.

“Not like this. I've been to cities. Sometimes we'd go shopping or see a show, but....”

She turns to gaze out the window in the direction of the city.

“It wasn't like this. There weren't any castles or heroes or anything....”

Turning back away from the window, she takes a seat at the kitchen table. Her next question is a little hesitant.

“Do you think...... the people back home..... Do you think they know we're gone?”

Because maybe it's like the art gallery. Maybe no one will notice and they'll just reappear wherever they were.