Smeland’s armadillo icon was hurtling directly at one of the LTG SAN’s large faces. Sly close on her tail. Without slowing, they both plunged into the seemingly solid surface. The universe twisted in on itself, flipped inside out around Sly. She knew she’d experienced this shift hundreds of times before, but the last time had been five years ago, and the emotions forget. Fear knotted her stomach, squeezed a low moan from her throat. Then they were through, into a different section of the Matrix.