"Nn - " Saturday grunts, Cammie's memories hitting her like a fist. But they're not her memories. They're not her pain. They don't have any hooks, they can't linger. She can push through and she does, collapsing next to the other woman.

"Cammie? Cammie, that you? It's me. Saturday. From the Rig. We gotta move." She tugs at Cammie's shoulder, trying to get her to stand. "Get up! Move! Come on!"