"The city is often an asshole in the way it does stuff, but it's not always bad," she agrees, thinking of some of the stuff that's happened to her. Not all of it is good, she still doesn't see any point to what had happened to her two years ago near Halloween, what sense or lesson there was in being paralyzed by a dress and nearly being buried alive.

But she doesn't talk about that. Not even with the people who had been there for it.

"It's like you said, they deserve to be remembered. People who didn't know them should know them. At least what they look like and that your sister had the most annoying laugh," she says, flashing him a grin. "Now I know it."