She changes trains, wondering where she should go, not knowing where to go, and in consequence able to think of only one place. Pulling up the hood of her rain cape, she returns to the surface, and boards a tram. She wonders briefly whether Kraken is simply a ruse, a false-flag operation of the Witness, and there is simply nowhere to run. She changes seats in the tram, left and then right and front and back, the absurd twitching of a mouse already caught or already escaped from the cat, until at last she washes up in a place she has never been before, her face against the cool door. Kraken brushes the keypad lock with an almost apologetic kiss, and she slips inside.