“I’m just the zookeeper, love. I just feed him.” “Him?” He raised two fingers over his forehead, forming horns. He then waggled them suggestively. “I get the names. They go into the box. And ‘they’ come out. And you’d never know. They don’t last long, usually. And no one ever realizes because they only go ‘missing’ after they went missing. They only ‘die’ after they die. That’s the beauty of it.”
