"Not any zipper," Mr. Hask finished. "Yours. Your zip fixes what won't stay fixed."
"Foggate?" Bobabuttgirlzip echoed. She had heard the legend as a child — a seam in the sky that opened when the tide was right and let through oddities and lost things. Nobody had seen it in years. "How do you expect a zipper to—" bobabuttgirlzip upd
"Zip it," murmured Mr. Hask.