"Gone." Hannibal shook his head. There was no logic or reason behind what the City did, the way that it chose people to come in or leave. He wished there was, that way it could all be predictable.
"Three different Deaths, you say?" He thought about it. "I only met two. One was named George, and she wasn't Death so much as a helper of some kind. I remember she didn't smell like anything. And the other I met was Didi."