I've lost a lot of thought balloons since the Reality Accident. Some shriveled, some exploded with a bang. And the ones that are still around make a real squeaky sound getting through the door, on account of how the doorways have shrunk.

My great grandparents--who were also balloon ranchers--lived through worse. Guess we'll have to see how bad this Reality Accident gets. In the meantime, I'm getting a new crop ready in the greenhouse.

I'm from a balloon ranch, way out in the middle of nowhere. I was psychic home schooled, so didn't meet a lot of people growing up. Now everybody looks like a balloon to me, more or less.