Saturday doesn't seem to hear him, at first. Then she pauses, tilting her head as if hearing something on the wind. Blinks. Shakes herself. Rubs at her face, like she's waking from a long sleep. And finally sees him, even as the memory begins to fade and fracture around the edges.

"Aw, fuck." She sighs. The bike melts from her hands, never having really been there. "Not this shit again - sorry, Dan, nothing against you personally."

At least these aren't memories she's ashamed of, or any of the more recent hurts.