The Inspector stands outside the station, in a circle of emptiness that belongs only to her. All around, the many minions she has summoned do their work, oblivious to the fact that it is pointless: that their quarry set them on the scent and now has salted the trail with aniseed and pepper so that the hounds are confounded. She is momentarily bereft of direction. If the Witness is so compromised, to whom should she report? In theory, yes: to the people directly—but short of standing on a box at Speaker’s Corner and shouting with all the other prophets, how should she reach them if not through the System? The Public Sphere itself gets news through the same machine that watches and records. She would be mad to assume she can broadcast her findings by that route. Perhaps she can. But she cannot plan based upon that premise any more. She had assumed there might be a threat to her, personally, but not to information. You can always get information out these days—except if you can’t.