She wonders if it is. Perhaps I can walk through walls , Lönnrot said, the first time they met. She still doesn’t know how Bekele escaped from his cell. She wonders if she could check now, while running: stay conscious in two worlds at once, or play it all on fast-forward. It’s her mind after all. Probably an expert could do it. She pictures herself running blind on to the track: "Witness officer!" and the crowd obediently parts, allowing her to fall towards the live rail. No.