Luna recalls a summer night in 2007 when she house-sat for a reclusive great-aunt in Wool Hollow, Missouri. The aunt had a locked pantry lined with porcelain dolls—each one a miniature person, she said. That night, Luna heard a scratching from inside the pantry, then a child's voice begging for water. She found a girl no older than six, dressed in old-fashioned clothes, who claimed she'd been locked in for 'sixty-two years, give or take.' The girl's skin was smooth and cold, and when Luna touched her arm, it left a print like dust on porcelain. No one in Wool Hollow had reported a missing child. The aunt, when called, said 'She's always hungry. Just don't open the door after midnight.' The story ends with Luna sitting alone in the dark kitchen, the pantry door ajar, and the sound of small, bare feet on linoleum.