Heavy looked down at the small toy, unsure what to do with it. It was a doll, that of an infant only a few months old. The eyes were open, the lashes pronounced, and the pink paint which vaguely resembled human skin peeled from the plastic features of its face. He couldn't really tell what had drawn him to it, but he found it odd that such a thing should be sitting upright, its dress disheveled and dirtied, left behind only to be crushed by passing cars. A toy which at one time would have meant a great deal to a child.

Picking it up, its limbs dangled like a puppet without a master, held together loosely by thread sewn into a cotton body. It was then that he heard a rattle, something inside the doll. Quickly he realized that the noise was coming from the head, from behind the eyes, as something moved around tapping against the plastic which surrounded it.

He saw no one on the street, and so without thinking tore the doll open, breaking the head off, ripping it from its cotton shoulders. Peering into the now decapitated head, he could see what had been making the noise. A tooth, human or otherwise, slipped into his hand from the open neck.

'She used to be my friend', a voice said.

Looking up he saw a young girl in a green dress standing before him, pointing to the broken doll in his hand.

'She won't be happy with you now', she said nervously.

'Why?', Heavy asked.

'Would you be happy if someone tore off your head?'

'Is just a doll', he said, pushing the head and body together. 'Heavy can fix her for you, if you want?'

'No, I don't like playing with her'.

The girl then walked past him, continuing down the street. Looking at the broken doll in his hands, the eyes vacant, Heavy began to feel strangely nervous.

'Why don't you like her?', he shouted.

In response, the child stopped and turned round to look at him from afar, before replying: 'She steals things'. It was then that she smiled, revealing a toothless grin. 'She's your friend now'. And with that the little girl disappeared into a garden nearby.