"Yep!" Saturday hoists the bat on her shoulder, looking proud. She IS cool, thank you. "Physical adept. My magic is intuitive and physically-focused, and mostly I use it to be better at fighting. Spent most of my life not even thinking it was magic."

Knowing is another thing; Maggie had told her, over and over, but - well, none of that is Sam's business.

"And if God's been gone then how do you know it's Heaven?" she asks. "Could be any metaplane, then."