Neith opens her eyes again, briefly disorientated. She’s at Hunter’s house, but this is her bedroom. She remembers closing her eyes in Lönnrot’s chair. Did she fall asleep on the spot? No. No, of course. She worked through, searched the room and found nothing, just more of Hunter’s clothes in the cupboards. After that, she joined Donovan looking at books until gone ten in the morning. Vaguely, she recalls the brown fog around the edges of her vision, and telling Baskin to get her a car. She must have been half-asleep climbing her own stairs. She’s still dressed.