[That's an idea, Tim. One she instantly runs with, figuratively and literally, as she makes it do a zoom over towards the well loved bag on the ground. Right into the front pocket it goes, nestled between a couple treasured drawings and her little bottle of pills. No way it could be any safer.]

Okay, The Hammer is 'good luck' because you made it, so I'll keep it in this safe place. I won't forget it. We'll explore places together from now on.