[ Sarah knows what Sarissa means. Brixton... it's full of so many memories, but they're all fractured, good splintering into bad. Mostly she remembers the people. Women, kids. A revolving door of them. And the families before S. If she can call them that. ]

I went back to Brixton not too long ago. It was—different. It's different, when you're older. [ She glances up at the sky, watching the clouds. ] I couldn't go back to live there. Besides, Kira... She should be around her aunties. [ That brings out a wry little smile. ]