She finds herself asking how the attending interview team would have reacted. Might they have assumed that such a complex defence entailed something troubling to defend? Perhaps, especially as the stories are not entirely disconnected. In each of them, a malign divinity touches the real, and threatens to tear the world apart. That tantalising hint of threat, unverified and—unless the walls can be brought down—unverifiable, is exactly the kind of thing interrogators have nightmares about. In which case they would have become urgent and even hasty. Was that haste fatal to a woman with nothing to conceal save her atavistic distaste for intrusion? But if it was, what about Regno Lönnrot?