The Minotaur, with his apeish hands, reached into the crib and pulled Sonya out. As he nestled her against his broad chest, he sank into the creaky wooden rocker and whispered sweet nothings. "Sonya, my love. My beautiful, beautiful girl. Don't cry. Don't cry, Honeybear." And then, he paused. In a faltering, tearful voice, he asked, "How could anyone want to hurt you? How could someone be such a monster?"