"Three days before I got stuck here, the first person I'd ever - you know - been with - died from a horror infection, trynna save his - kids, basically. An' it didn't even work." Saturday says bluntly. "Fuckers took me the night of his funeral. If you gotta work it out, then - I get it."

It's an invitation, though it's worded oddly. No one here seems to have been taken at a good time; everyone here needs to be at their best. So let's see if we can look after each other.

"Sometimes you need to say the shit out loud, or it ain't real and you can't get hold of it."