Saturday doesn't recognize the girl tangled in the sinister silver nets. She doesn't need to. Monsters bad: fight monsters, save girl.

She bellows a challenge and dives in. The one with the sword intercepts her; the bitch with the chain scythe moves behind her, thinking Saturday won't notice. But she can feel them, unnatural in their passing, like razorblades along the weave of the world.

She ducks down and rolls. Sword-bitch's blade bites the earth, and she has to jerk back as scythe-bitch's chain hisses past her face, aimed at the place Saturday's back was a moment ago. Saturday is already by the net as they recover, pulling at the strands. Then she sees their captive's face.

"Stacia?"

And the net is silver -

"Fuck. Fuck!"

Behind her, the sisters regroup and advance.