As Sandy made her way that evening she came across Tootharan who was also making his rounds. He was out supervising the fey folk who collected children’s outgrown baby teeth, the repositories of childhood memories. ‘Tooth’, as the other guardians called him, took his job very seriously.<br/><br/>“Sandy,” he said in a pleased tone. “How is everything this evening? All under control?”<br/><br/>Tooth, part hummingbird and part human, prepared to translate a signed response from his silent friend. Tooth understood that Sandy never spoke as a way to not accidentally wake up the children that he looked after. Deep down he hoped that Sandy had not yet come across the Boogieman, as he had.