It's the hands--the black hands, they're here--! [She hugs him tightly, suddenly worried that maybe he'd be subject to them.] I'll protect you, bro! Just hold onto me and I'll protect you, 'cause it's my memory!

[To which she squeezes him tightly. The tornado swirls around them until it's clear that the memory takes place in it, that she's no longer in her body anymore, but trapped in this vortex of screaming faces and pain and sadness--

She really hates remembering this.

But it's okay. We'll be okay because it's all from the past!]