Alice pulled the door handle and a quarter section of the bubble canopy scissored upward, landing lights starring in the scratched glass. The garage was bitterly cold, her breath condensing as she pulled herself out. The background hum of city life echoed from the hard surfaces—music in the distance, words just audible, screams and sirens. The smell of oil and ozone, fast food and fires, was strong around them. Aerostats hissed back and forth running errands for the police below.