Eyes closed and plugged into her Discman, the magician's assistant was sitting on the staircase behind the backstage. She was listening to yet another song on auto-repeat. You could ask what difference it could make to listen to a song just once or forever on repeat, but if you needed to ask then you wouldn't understand anyway, and this moment isn't about that song.

Instead, this moment is about the small earnest-looking boy who stood before her and tapped her arm urgently till her eyes flew open. Whose words she couldn't hear till she took one earphone out of her ear lazily, and then what she heard was his curious plea: "Where do you go when you disappear?"

"That's a good question," she said to him. "But do you really want to know?"