"Yeah," I answered. "That’s why the kitchen was trashed. They probably had to ..." I took a deep breath, imagining the fear Mama G must have felt as the pair held her down and forced her to experience gods only knew what via the simsense. "They probably had to restrain her while they slipped the trode rig over her head. The only thing I can’t figure out is why they wanted to show her a simsense of a religious tract. What memories did they hope it would trigger?"