"I've been thinking about words that start with 'M'." the blond-haired beauty said.

"Is that so?" Dr. Bumby said. "Like what?"

"Music." The blonde girl had a beautiful voice. He had taught her an old lullaby that he had heard as a boy. They would sit together on cold nights such as this and she would sing to him.

"Murderer." Of course. After Alice sent all those accusations at him, she had tried to push him into an oncoming train. Being too heavy for her, he stood his ground. Instead, he had her take his place, writing off the deed as "suicide".

"Madness." Before coming to him, the girl had been raped. Horribly depressed from the ordeal, she tried to kill herself. Her family sent her to Bumby, who erased it from her memory. She'd have nightmares every night about it and who better to save her from the nightmares than brave, caring Dr. Bumby?

"Magic." She'd told him once that it was almost magic that she didn't die.

"Marriage." She had three older sisters, all happily married and with children. No suitors would come for her when they heard she was no longer a virgin.

"Moan." Her voice got breathy with that word. One night, when she woke from a nightmare, he had comforted her. She'd kissed him, thanking him for making her feel better. He didn't want to leave without more. He kissed her back, running his hands through her soft hair. There was no going back after that.

"Mine." He had made her his. He had broken her, erased her memories. He knew the money he could get by selling her to other men, waiting to get a piece of the blonde, but she was his greatest accomplishment. He wasn't giving her up any time soon, so there they lay in bed, arms around each other, her head on his chest. He stroked the blonde's hair.

"Sing for me?" he asked her.

"The train is coming with its shiny cars. With comfy seats and wheels of stars. So hush my little ones, have no fear. The man in the moon is the engineer."