“Why did you bring me here?” Amelia winced as she picked herself up from the ground.
The Trickster grinned. “I didn’t, dearie. You did.”
“Don’t play games with me! We had a deal. Take me where I asked.”
Trickster giggled. “I did, dearie. You asked to change your biggest mistake, and here we are.”
Amelia looked stricken. “But this isn’t right! It was supposed to be…” she trailed off. “Take me back.”
Trickster giggled again. “No can do, dearie. The only way back is to make a choice.” He gestured gleefully towards three doors in the field ahead. “Choose wisely.”