The beating I took that led to my rescue placement by LE in a secret halfway house... was only ever referred to as a 'Haircut' by the woman I was trapped with for years.
She dragged me by my hair 1/2 mile out to a pond screaming and hitting, and somehow got ahold of a currycomb which she sawed at the top of my head and back of my neck. I vaguely recall being headrammed into barrels and begging.
She later managed to cut it all off with a pair of scissors, but defended the hour long ordeal's horrific wounds and huge bald spot as normal hygiene. She was adamant about taking this story to the local papers and apparently any talk show host who'd have her.
So EG's cover story is Bath.
I get it.