Alice let the Hopper’s autonomous systems fly her back to NYPD headquarters while she alternated between checking her injuries and enjoying the view one last time. Central’s halls were the usual crowded mess of strung-out adrenaline junkies coming back or going out. News from the Bridge had preceded her: her partner was dead, she had broken the rules, she had lost her job. A large screen in Arrivals showed the mayor in handcuffs, alongside a UN raid on the Pentagon. Nobody talked; longtime friends melted away until she walked alone.