Tubman shrugs. "Don’t fret—I doubt it’ll happen again. Send me the record if you like, I’ll have a look. It’s a pressure valve sort of situation usually. Not actual pressure, but—these things are supposed to unspool, right? And they fade away if you don’t think about them, like any other memory, so there’s a sort of urgency in you as well as in them. Which—well, you, particularly, I suppose, this might happen to."