"Then focus." Saturday blows out a hard breath. "I get it. I got shit I don't want people seeing, either. But I can't leave the memory, and you can't kick me out, I've tried both on one end t'other. So try to focus on something else, anything else, and you might be able to shift it. I can try, it might work, but it's your head we're stuck in."

Saturday's keeping her head down, carefully not examining the scene or trying to understand what it means. Just once she'd like to end up in someone's nice, happy memory of a sparkly sunshine day, with like hot dogs and swimming and stuff.