Mummy hadn't moved for two days.

Three-year-old Zoey stood in the doorway of her mother's darkened bedroom, silhouetted by the light from the hallway behind her. She held Hopkins, a tatty, stuffed rabbit, almost as big as she was, by the ear. The shape on the bed was completely motionless, and covered from head to toe with the thin, sweat-stained sheet. One bony, mottled arm dangled over the edge. On the small bedside table, the bright green numbers on the digital clock blinked on and off endlessly, but Zoey didn't know what the numbers meant. The only sound in the house was Spongebob's cackling laugh coming from the room at the other end of the hallway. Once, a long time ago, the sound had made her giddy with excitement, but now she just wanted to cry. The DVD had been looping through the same four episodes for so long now.

'Mummy,' she whispered. 'Mummy, I'm hungry.'

Silence.

Zoey took a couple of wobbly steps into the room, but had to stop when the smell overpowered her. The tears started to streak down her cheeks again.

'Mummy,' she sobbed. 'Where's Daddy?'

Again silence.

Zoey retreated back out of the room and down the hallway. She hurried past the lounge room where Spongebob was chasing a jellyfish with a net and headed into the dining room. From the big window behind the table she had the best view of the street. Every day she would stand there and look out, waiting for Daddy's little red car to come around the corner while Mummy set the table behind her. Every day he would flash his headlights at her, and she would shout 'Daddy's home!' and run giggling to hide under a blanket, or the kitchen table.

But Daddy hadn't come home.

Now when she looked out the big window, all she could see was the big, black car , its front end crumpled against the telephone pole outside.

Zoey stood there, waiting with her hands and nose pressed against the glass, until the Spongebob DVD returned to the title menu, and then eventually began to play through again. The world on the other side of the glass was silent and cold. She sat down on the carpet and took a handful of Froot Loops from the box that lay beside her. There wasn't much left now apart from the broken bits and sugary powder that always came out in the last bowl. That had always been her favourite part. She lay her head down on Hopkins's soft body and soon fell asleep.

***

A sound from outside stirred Zoey from her dreams. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Three Froot Loops that clung to her face fell silently, one after the other, to the carpet leaving red imprints in her cheek. Daddy? The sound was some sort of engine, but it was too loud to be Daddy's car. It was deep and angry, like a lion's growl.

It was dark now, both inside and out, but there was a light that moved in the street, causing the long shadows of the trees and power poles to slink around, as though hiding. The sound grew louder until a single, dazzling headlight burst around the corner. Zoey was blinded by the light and clamped her eyes tightly shut. The growl stopped outside the window and died down to a stuttering purr. Then there was a rush of footsteps and a loud voice.

'Lisa!'

Someone was hammering on the door.

'Lisa! For the love of God, open the door!'

The noise stopped for a moment while the voice talked to itself more quietly.

'Please, not you too. You just have to be okay. Please. Please. Please...'

Zoey clutched the curtain with one hand and tried to see the man at the door. She had a good view of the front door from the window, but the light from the thing on the front lawn was still shining straight at her and she could only make out the vague shape of him.

'Lisa! Mark? Open Up!' The hammering began again, and the man said some angry-sounding words that Zoey didn't understand. 'I'm coming in, okay?'

There was silence for a moment, then the smash of breaking glass. Zoey knew that was a bad sound. Once, Daddy had dropped one of Mummy's favourite glasses and it sounded just like that. Mummy had shouted at Daddy, and then Daddy shouted back at Mummy, and then they didn't talk to each other for a long time. She had been very frightened then, too, but this time it was worse.

The front door clicked, then flew open with a bang, and heavy boots were stomping through the house. Zoey hid behind the curtain.

'Lisa!'

The footsteps went down to Mummy's room and stopped. It was quiet for a while. Then came a long scream, like a dog's howl mixed with a bear's roar, and Zoey drew the curtain tightly around her as her insides trembled.

Something crashed. It sounded like the man had picked up a chair and was slamming it again and again into the walls and floor, shouting with each crash. 'Son. Of. A...' The last word was drowned out by a terrible shattering, as he threw something through the large window in Mummy's room.

Zoey scrunched her eyes closed and pressed her hands to her ears. For a while it was quiet again, but when she lowered her hands, she could hear an occasional loud sniff or a sob.

'Nooo!' The man shouted, taking to himself again. 'I won't do it! Not again! Not Lisa...'

The bedroom door clicked gently shut, and the footsteps came back down the hall towards her. She was only partly concealed by the curtain when the man entered the room, but he still didn't see her. His steps were slow and his eyes cast to the floor.

Zoey thought he looked like a dirty Santa Claus, dressed in black. He wore a leather vest over a stained, white t-shirt that had a picture of a skull on it and was stretched to its limit over his bulging belly. His arms were thick, hairy, and covered with drawings, and while Santa's beard was fluffy and white, this man's was a greyish brown and looked as scratchy as steel wool.

The man leaned his back against the wall and slid heavily down to the carpet where he pressed his head against his raised knees.

Zoey stood and watched him for a long time. She still didn't know who he was, but somehow he didn't seem as scary anymore. His body shook silently as he wept.

Slowly, she stepped out from behind the curtain, and felt around for Hopkins, while keeping her eyes on the dirty Santa. She took a few steps toward him, but he didn't look up. It was only when she was right beside him that he seemed to notice her. When he raised his head to look at her, his face was expressionless. Slowly, slowly, a look of confusion washed over him. It was eventually replaced by realisation and his body seemed to slump down further.

Zoey held Hopkins out to the man. When she was feeling sad, Hopkins could always help to cheer her up. The man took the rabbit and turned his puffy, bloodshot eyes from it to her and back again. Then he said another word that Zoey didn't understand.

'You must be Zoey,' he said. 'You've grown a bit since I saw you last. Heck, you were only a few days old then.'

Zoey stared back at him with her big, dark eyes.

'I'm your uncle Barry, but everyone calls me Bear. You can too, I guess.'

He held out a giant, brown hand for her to shake, but she just continued to stare at him until he lowered it again.

'Guess your mum told you not to talk to strangers. Good girl. Here, let me show you something.'

He leaned to one side and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. From the space in the middle, he took a small, folded photo.

'See, that's me, and your mum, and your uncle Jay.' He tapped the photo a few times.

'Mummy...' Zoey said, recognising her. She recognised the dirty Santa man too, even though his beard and his tummy were much smaller in the photo. Standing between them, with an arm draped around each of their necks was another man. He was even bigger than this man, but his face was mostly hidden by the white, crumbling fold down the middle.

She looked up at Bear. She didn't know what 'uncle' meant, but he knew her Mummy, and he seemed nice.

'I'm hungry,' she said.

Bear smiled and handed Hopkins back to her.

'Are ya? Me too. Let's see what we can find, eh?'

With one last great sniff, and considerable effort, he stood up. As he started to walk to the kitchen, Zoey spoke up again.

'Do we have to...go now? Mummy said...it was almost time to go.'

Bear stopped in his tracks, and his head drooped again. He shook it, sadly.

'You're smart, just like Lisa. That's right, little miss. We'll go soon, but let's eat something first, okay?'

Zoey nodded and followed him into the kitchen.

***

'Sorry, I haven't got a kiddie seat or anything,' Bear said as he stuffed handfuls of her clothes into the pouches on the side of the bike. Then he hoisted her onto the seat. Shiny handlebars stretched over her head like the tusks of a silver elephant. The plastic clip of her pink bike helmet pressed uncomfortably into her chin, but she didn't complain.

The bike dipped as he lowered his weight onto it. He placed a sofa cushion between them for her to lean against. 'Comfy?' he asked her.

She nodded and squeezed Hopkins tightly against her chest.

'Let's see...seat belt...' He squirmed behind her, removing his belt, which he then wrapped around her waist and threaded back through the loops on the front of his jeans. Zoey was pulled back a little into the cushion as he secured the buckle.

'This'll have to do for now,' Bear mumbled. 'Stevo's Road King has a side car...not too far...should make it. Would've been better to stay here until morning, but by then Lisa might be...'

He sniffed again as he looked up at the house. Then he switched something on the side of the bike and turned the key. The engine roared to life.

Zoey had forgotten how loud it was, and the shock almost sent her tumbling off onto the lawn, but the belt and one of Bear's big, hairy arms held her there.

The bike rolled slowly backwards as he walked it down the driveway and into the road. Zoey's eyes never left her house. Fragments of glass on the ground outside her parents' bedroom twinkled as the headlight swept across the lawn.

Mummy came to the window and watched them go. She seemed to be smiling, clicking her teeth together slowly, and jerking her head up every now and then. She wobbled from side to side the way she sometimes did when she was getting 'juiced' as Daddy called it. Zoey had tried Mummy's juice one day when Mummy fell asleep and left a glass on the coffee table. It gave her a headache and made her feel very sleepy, so she could understand why Mummy was always taking naps during the day.

Zoey wanted to jump down and run to her side, but she knew she couldn't do that. Mummy was always cranky when she woke up from her naps, so instead Zoey just raised her hand and waved. Mummy didn't wave back.

Bear swung the bike slowly out into the road, threading his way through the abandoned cars, as they broke their way, rumbling and stuttering, through the silent streets.

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