“Poor Arthur.” I had the feeling it was repeating my name, too, but for a different reason. Lady Alligator regarded me with quiet distaste. “It happens in the city all the time. Women are taken. Sometimes for sex shows, sometimes for… other reasons.” It gestured vaguely to the amber glow of its tiny trailer room.

“You didn’t leave me,” I said. My voice sounded strangely flat. The smell of sex and shit wafted past me again and I tried not to breathe it in.

“We all leave in different ways.” Lady Alligator pursed its lips as if in thought. “If you’re asking did I leave you at that intersection? No. I was taken, like I told you.”

Before I could even let this sink in it went on.