"Ha. You know, I was all about clean living 'til three months ago when the shit started happening - this whole rig thing is only the latest in a sequence of weird shit, you follow?"

Saturday has a distinct feeling, from their earlier conversation, that he does. She gestures at the utility closet door which is, as she'd stated, a perfectly ordinary lever-handle lock. She'd popped by the library and seen what was inside the closet once; nothing but office supplies, so why secure it seriously?

"Have at."