I did it as a one-sided interrogation, just to play with something a little different. Hope that's okay! If not, just tell me, and I'll change it.

Hullo. My name is Zipper. I...I'm--

Sorry, I'm no good at this stuff. I never know what to say. I never know where to start.

I guess I should start with my name. It's Zipper. I already said that, didn't I? Damn. Okay. I'm nineteen. Or I was last time I checked. Maybe I forgot a year. Maybe I added a couple on. I don't think it really matters. I can pass for nineteen, and that's close enough.

No, my name wasn't always Zipper. I was given that name when I came to the Attic. V gave it to me. He's a...friend. I'm not sure I remember my old name. Well, it's been a while.

I'm not trying to stop you looking at my record, sir. I honestly don't remember. I don't even have a criminal record. There's nothing to see. My surname was Seytson. Does that help any? That was my father's name. I think it must have been mine, too, but I can't say for sure. There were arguments in my old family.

Yes, sir, I call the Attic my family. Call them criminals all you like. They took me in when I had nowhere else to go.

I couldn't go to the police. You would have told him I'd run away.

Well, that was exactly my problem, sir. I didn't want to be found. I don't remember why. I guess we just didn't get on. I don't remember him much. Maybe we didn't spend much time together.

A lawyer? Yeah, that sounds about right. He wouldn't have had much time to look after a son with a snazzy job like that, would he?

I wouldn't want to follow in his footsteps, sir. No, I don't mind doing this all my life. It's sure as heck not glamorous, but we get by, and we stick together like a family.

When I ran away? I was twelve. I was pretty tall for my age, I guess. Lanky. My eyes were a little bit bluer, I think. The hair's red underneath the dirt.

Are you profiling me, sir? I already told you, I don't have a record. I'm clean. Honest. You never caught me breaking any laws. I know you didn't. And I hadn't done anything when I was twelve, anyway.

Him? Yeah, I remember him. He came to visit V a couple of times. He's a cop? You're kidding me.

...No, I don't think he caught us doing anything dodgy, sir. We're very careful like that.  I know Skip did some time in jail, but that was before I arrived. I've never seen any of us being caught.

Me, sir? Get put in jail? I don't know how you figure that one. I mean, you haven't caught me at anything. You don't have any proof. That's not enough to condemn me, sir.

Besides, my father's a lawyer.

I think.

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