"You wouldn't find him even if he was alive," Claire spat. "He's clever, like the rats or the cockroaches, or bedmites. Used to have those in my old bed where he kept me. They make it hard to sleep, they suck and suck at you, sort of how he used to make me suck and suck at him. Wonder if they're still alive like me." She smirked a bit. "Vampire bedbugs!" Then she lowered her voice. "You won't find him. The police at home looked for him, but they never checked the dust. I told him I hated him, and he cried. A grown man! Crying." She shook her head, sounding a bit spiteful.
Ferb smiled a little at that, glad to hear her words, even if they were a bit creepy.