Heather's brow furrowed as she thought for a minute. "I was there once. For my stitches. Peter took my stitches out, from Pyramid Head." She didn't know if Faith knew about that whole thing, actually. She lifted her arms and showed her the scars that wrapped deeply around each forearm, just in case. "They're on my legs, too."
She was getting off topic, though. "But yeah. Maybe there."