“A little girl was sitting beside him, with huge, doomy eyes, a bear suit with all the buttons done up in the wrong buttonholes, and very dark, straggly hair that stuck straight out of her head at odd angles. She seem to read his mind. “Shh,” said the little girl. A lot of her teeth had recently fallen out and she was very serious for such a small person. “We’re not allowed to talk about the Lost. It’s bad for morale.”
