Hm. People are using real emotions. Uncomfortable. Mary Grace just wanted to commit some crimes after prom, not think long and hard about the people whose privacy they're invading.

"We're shrinking in our old age," Mary Grace suggests to Eddy, and she bumps a shoulder up against him. A finger runs along the wall and she wonders if either of these two would stop her if she just started grabbing things and tearing them off the wall in search of this memory's Glowy Thingy.

Well, only one way to find out. Mary Grace reaches up to yank down a picture of a Victorian Elder she doesn't know.