"No arguments here." Dan snorts and shakes his head. "Reckon you could anticipate that I'm not a fan of all us having our private moments displayed on the big screen for anyone who gets too close."

By all measures of how memories like this go, this was relatively painless, at least for Dan. Heavy and uncomfortable, with the quiet of the evening seeming to ache with the echos of the screaming person victimized by the bikers. But this memory wasn't bloody. Dan could be wrong, but no one looked like someone whose mere mention would break Saturday's heart with longing.

"Is it strange your world reminds me of mine a little? I didn't reckon it would."