Presley steps back from the table as the memory starts up again, feeling once again like an intruder. Leota Tang was never anything but kind to him, even as a crystal ball. There's no reason for them to be here witnessing these intimate moments with Patrice's family, except that some nightmarish force wanted them to be, and it all fills Presley's head with... static. He knows he should be angry or sad or guilty or afraid, but it's all too much. There's still people who need to be found.

"There's the pen," Presley says. "Let's go." He not-so-subtly grabs Des by the elbow and pulls him towards the exit, in case Patrice wants an extra moment.