"Why do you have teeth?" Jakub asks a little disturbed. He shakes the glass jar, watching them clink from side to side. "Oh." Beth is happy to tell him. "I keep one from every Infected we meet." "Why?" "Because," She looks at the jar with care. "They used to belong to someone with a family and a life, and if keeping something as little as a tooth can help them be remembered, then I'm glad to be the weirdo to do it."