They can’t all go with the “raggle-taggle gypsies-O”, or flee to sea, or join the circus? The French Foreign Legion is finite, surely? They can’t all tune in, drop out and live off-grid?
And can they all really be innocent victims in shallow graves, exploited slaves, unidentifiable remains? There can only be so many flying-saucered abductees, and an abundance of werewolves and vampires might soon be noticed.
Barring alien invasion and regular explanation, a para-temporal equivalent of the Foreign Legion, Predators or individual ascensions and apotheoses, I have a theory, fresh from my coffee.
It’s the socks. Those woolly and mixed fabric singletons. Those washing machine