He raises an eyebrow. "Weren't you like, goin' there every night? Someone was gonna pick up on it eventually."

Sparks hands the paper back to her with a shrug. It can be her reminder, or treasured memento or whatever. "Look, just keep off the shore a little bit, lie low, don't turn on the blue outside. The wackos'll probably linger a while, but most of 'em will give up in a couple days."