“Update,” chirps Alice’s voice, which is rendered off her own. It isn’t at all weird to hear what sounds like a younger version of yourself talking to you all the time. “The fire has moved sixteen point two miles southeast.”
“That’s in tolerance. Tell me when the Thunderbirds go away.”
Red looked. They found a great wooden sign, high and hand-painted hanging over a dark doorway:
EXOTICS OF THE WORLD! BEHOLD ODDITIES, RARITIES, UNBELIEVABLES!
“What—like, Australians? Heck, we see those all the time.”
“Let’s find out!”