Sara lets herself be led away, and starts to sway when they get to the dance floor.

"Dress up. Go bar to bar. Not much different from what I plan to do here," Sara admits with a shrug and a little smile. "The only difference is we don't have multiple bars."

There's a moment her smile softens. "One year, though, we time-traveled to when one of my friends was younger. We dressed up and went trick-or-treating with him since he was being bullied."

A beat. "You?"