[Dan winces at how clearly he startled Merton - he's a bit high-strung himself, which comes with the territory of not just hunting monsters, but having been on the run from evil since being a little younger than Merton looks.]

Pleasure's mine, Merton. With Stuff, anything's possible, I reckon. This is the, ah, the third time this has happened while I been here, and it's been about a year. [He tilts his head towards the teenagers and the shapeshifter.] It's okay, ain't nothing else private or upsetting about this memory.

[The rueful way he says makes it clear that that's unusual; usually, the memories are upsetting, usually, they all feel violated at the end of this little horror parade, usually, secrets just go spilling everywhere.]

Warning you in advance that it might could be your memories next any minute. Sometimes they alternate, sometimes it just seems to be one person in the spotlight for a while.

[In the memory, the younger version of Dan says: "yeah, we're cursed. We're getting hunted down. We're looking for a witch named Hepzibah. We figured, you know, ask a witch to find a witch."

The soucouyant reaches over to the edge of the salt circle, but can't push her hand past it. Tab offers the water again, but she declines it. "It's only because you claim you're doing me a favor that I'm going to give you any help at all, and that help is: don't bother. You'll all die soon enough. There's nothing that can be done about a witch like that, once you cross her."

A smug little smile crosses her face, and she has two large canines that drop down over her lower lip. "What did you do? Wait in her home and assault her too?"

"We didn't do anything, we're just kids-" Tab starts, but Dan shakes his head at her.

"Please, ma'am. We'll help you pack your things so you can leave town. We're good at carrying heavy things."]