‘I know where all the missing socks go. They go to the room I’m locked in that’s were everything missing goes it’s how I survive no escape not much food not much to drink only hope of not dying is when scraps go missing or bottles of water most days I go hungry I have toys to use Lego goes missing a lot I have a pile of batteries. Nothings useful to me but one day a person appeared

She ran up to me and asked where she was

How should I know I replied.

she pointed out that I lived here so I explained that I survive here not live,’ I said to her meatless skeleton trying to settle my conscience