The Inspector, arriving for her appointment a little while later, stares down at Hunter’s body, and carefully does not impute to it any kind of agency. Corpses are natural and inevitable citizens of the uncanny valley, the place where what is not alive too closely follows the pattern of what is. The body is not lying there, it has been laid out. The eyes do not stare, the hands do not grasp. This thing is no longer a thing which acts. A corpse is not haunted or residually inhabited save by the implications of the living. All the same, it once was alive, and in its inertness is a kind of malediction, or prophecy.