Lennon sighs and nods, then she leads him into the bathroom. “I don’t remember his name, like I physically [i]can’t[/i] remember, but.. I don’t think he was normal. I don’t know if he’s like us necessarily, but something was off.” As she talks she winces, pulling her jeans off to reveal heavy, dark bruising on her inner thighs and the backs of her legs. 

Zenith still floats on a couch in the living room, resting.