"Okay so your head is a house now, and my memory snuck inside and is stuck?" Peter made a face. "I don't know how to get it back out."
Peter saw the victim, and nodded. "Yeah," he said. "They drained her dry. The bastards." He looked over at the girl, and shook his head. "I can get you cleaned up. Take you someplace to get cleaned up. If you want to trust me a little. My name's Peter. What's yours?"