Hearing that fear and confusion, he softened his voice as best he could--as soft as someone who had literal and figurative blood on his hands.

"Technically, yes. But this one really is like a doll. If you tell him to get up, he'll get up. If you tell him to sing and dance and play with you, he will. He'll do anything you want, Mary."

He clasped his hand over hers holding the ball, and stared at her with those slitted ruby red eyes of his.

"As long as you keep the real Garry in here." Then he quickly added, "You must keep him secret, and never let him out."