Dickens is talking with their friend about how difficult it is to draw lately, "Some months I want to draw everything, and my confidence in my ability to draw it is through the roof. The pencil goes exactly where I want it to go. And other months…" The screen goes to black as they finish, "my PTSD brain has been evicting memories left and right, I just never thought that would include my muscle memory." Their friend cuts in, "You mean I could forgot how to.. you know..." Dickens rolls their eyes, "Wow, you really need a girlfriend, Sarai." And Sarai responds, "I mean, at LEAST one."..