“I don’t care. Throw me a bra and some clothes. You should put some shorts on. I don’t want to see a human’s penis more than I have to.”

“As I don’t want to see human breasts.”

He threw me a bra and underwear. I try to put them on but I can’t remember how to work the bra. Polar Bear comes and fastens it up. He hands me a dress.

“Thank you, Polar Bear-”

He shakes his head.

“Call me Ivan. That’s my human name.”

“Is all you can remember your first name? How long has it been?”

“I don’t know. A couple of centuries. For a long time I would say my name in my head, but one day I forgot my surname.”

“That’s terrible. What are you going to do?”

I turned around to look at him. His eyes looked clearly into mine.

“I’ll be your husband, and take Loreley. Make something up for your maiden name.”

“By the way Pol—Ivan, where are we?”

“Somewhere in Britian. Anyway, that doesn’t matter. You need to find another Clown.”