...The two seats the pajama man had occupied were both regular seats.
The dark blue fabric of the seats was old and faded to white. The paint on the armrests was scraped off, and a few ancient stains marred the cushions, like patches of oil floating on the sea.
A living, breathing person had vanished just like that, without a single trace.
No, that wasn't quite right. Mai Mingle glanced at the old pregnant man's swollen belly.
Of course, she couldn't see anything—even though she knew that if the pajama man still existed in this world, he was inside the old pregnant man's stomach.
The old pregnant man was distractedly stroking his belly. Just like the other two pregnant men, his eyes followed Mai Mingle and Ashley wherever they went, and he kept muttering the same sentence over and over.
"I hope it's twins, I hope it's triplets..."
Mai Mingle quickly turned her head away, pretending not to see.
