“Butterfingers,” came the voice of the expressionless man, appearing seemingly from out of nowhere. “Here’s a fresh fork, sir,” he said, placing a shiny new three pronged utensil in front of Bernie while at the same time quickly squatting down and picking up the other. Before Bernie could thank him, the expressionless man said, “Okay,” and disappeared seemingly into the ether. This wasn’t entirely true, however, as Melody saw him depart down the hallway and then behind the bar.