Saturday nods grimly, taking a slow breath before she brushes the switch, carefully as she can, and boots up the machine. She doesn't dare try to hold it up; instead she bends over her lap, letting it lie flat.

Careful to move as if she's underwater, she pulls up a notes program and types.

what happened will i be okay

She straightens, letting her hands fall from the tablet, and nods towards the words on the screen, hoping he can read them. People have always been able to read a little, right?