"If you're really lucky, you might find one that has its own restroom," she told him, mock-earnestly. "Personally, I live at my restaurant; other people live in rides or shops and things. Swanky is...probably not in the cards, unless you move in with my next-door neighbor. And he's already got a roommate."

"As for police," she paused - sticky subject. "Well. There were a couple cops who wanted to take it upon themselves to, I don't know, patrol, but then we had a town meeting and they sort of got voted down. Or, um, shouted down, really. The disappearances don't seem to be anything anyone's doing - I mean, not any of the residents. Sometimes things just...happen, and we haven't been able to figure out why. Which is unsettling, to say the least."