Maisy, meanwhile, is so easily distracted that one might wonder if she was ever properly focused on something.

“Kyle’s here!” she announces, immediately shuffling her way over to him. She has, luckily, ditched her heels for some foldable slippers, but this does mean her considerable taffeta skirts drag along the ground every time she moves, crinkling loudly. Hopefully there won’t be too much stealth involved in memory diving.

After she has spent an appropriate amount of time cooing over Kyle, she takes stock of the scene in front of her. “Ooh, the bowling alley basement,” she whines. “I hate it here.”