"Dey just don't, de whys don't much matter, do they? And dis is where you live. You're safe here." Maybe dat's a stretch, but it's something, and I wrap my hand around hers, as if she needs proof dat nothing's happening beyond de crowd already knocking 'round her head. "No powers, no worries. Maybe you couldn't control them before, but dis ain't real, it's just memories, something you can handle."