The smells carry her back to the Road to Nowhere, a memory of cool air, trees, snow and ice, then an image of the tall lanky figure that stood before the Mostrans hovertruck in front of the cabin. She remembers his gray and white camo, his rifle, his scent. Before another moment has passed, she’s certain that she’s come to the right place—his place—his home. She finds some documents to confirm it in the second-floor bedroom, made out to the name of Elgin O’Keefe.