" You know a lot of sick people,” he said. “I know a lot of dead people.” Sandro reached over to a shelf above the scanner, dug in behind some beakers and flasks, and pulled out a necklace. A rabbit’s foot dangled at the end of it. He slung it over his head. “You’re an ill wind, you.” “You should meet me mum. "

― Madeline Ashby , Company Town