After sleeping for a few hours with Mari on your chest, you're nudged awake. It's Eddie. "Cache, some o' the dancers are outside, say they want Mari." Mari lifts her head up, looks at you with concern.
The door is open, Crocs is standing there talking with them. You see Nan, Silver and horn-headed Fail. You think broad-shouldered Smoky is in the hall, looks like him. When you were part of the AMC, how did these dancers treat you? You know, before The Breeze got you, twisted you all up.
What do you do?