Samantha looks down at her glass and concedes the point, Rosie The Riveter Nurse Shirt pushing the glass away. Those eyes. So much like her eyes that night. Samantha wishes she could find a drink to wash the memory of that night away. And no matter how many times she beat up the Gutierrezes, the killers, of the world it wouldn’t change anything. Nothing could bring them back. “You’re probably right,” she says.