It does not occur to her what this will be until she sees it, and then it is too late. In the too-perfect images created by the System to fill the gap in its own knowledge, Smith once again kneels on the floor of the tunnel. He cannot see, and so he is blind to the monstrosity that hovers over him. As he makes his brief apology it flicks away into the absolute subterranean dark, and then an instant later strikes him from behind and shears through the upper torso, white teeth casually cutting bone. The pieces fly apart, tumbling and bouncing and showering the road in bright ejecta. The shark spits, tossing its head, and something falls shining from its teeth into the guttering at the side of the road: that ridiculous watch fob.