Pop Tart knows the way out. Out of what? Out of town, out of a bad marriage, out of a lousy job, out of a bad grade, out of whatever sticky predicky you find yourself in. Of course, before he finds the way out, you have to find him. He exists through rumor, possibly only in wanted posters. Or missing posters. He is both a cryptid and a criminal for aiding and abetting prisoners find their way out of the gas chamber and slaughter houses, which are the two things that count for death row in this universe. Charming.