"Where are you going to take us?" Carrie asks, looking at the specialist with a skeptical look in her big rubber eyes.
"Baloontown," he answers, simply. "They got a wide open breeding center and pumps with a high enough capacity to let yer husband finish the job.". John is nearly back to an acceptable level of inflation and begins to stir, groggy and disoriented.
"And we're sure this is a baby balloon."
"Yes, ma'am. It's how the vendors keep stock up. The babies are what you two received from the street vendor."
"So we have to give up the baby?" she asks, a hunt of disappointment squeaking through her voice.
"Well, the babies gotta bond with human forms somehow. It's the only way they grow to adulthood."
"Grow to...? We're stuck like this? Forever?"
"Don't make it sound like a bad thing. You got it so good it's ridiculous."
"I can't deal with this now, I... I've got a job, and... And... Family..."
"Shouldn't a' become a balloon then. You received warning papers as you signed up. You knew the consequences."
"But... But I... Fine. Whatever... Let's just go." Carrie sighs resignedly. "I don't think I can fit out the door..."
"I'll get behind and push," he answers, and steps behind Carrie, shoving hard on her backside to wedge her through the door. After several minutes of hard work, she's out, and John is carried under arm. "We'll need to tie ya down, so you don't blow away should a sudden gist kick up."
He takes a string and ties it tightly around her right thigh, and holds tight. "Alright, time to get goin' to yer new home."