In which direction? In Hunter’s fictions, things have come to a point of crisis—a hanging instant, if you will—and dead Smith’s insurgent interrogation seems to be working. Does that mean she is about to die to protect her secrets? To hide a life something like Annabel Bekele’s? Something turbulent and hopeful and disappointed, culminating in this disillusioned age and angry death, and—what? What is it she hopes to achieve? Revelation? Regenesis?