Through the architecture of a hundred alien worlds, small girl looks for her friends. She is dizzied by street signs in writing styles seemingly built for compound eyes, ultraviolet sensors, streets whose names are scents and tastes. Too many unknowns waiting to leap and grab her. She only felt safe bringing Borg.

Eventually Borg tastes fresh paint in the fetid air and she quickens her step to them. What kind of escape they can make here is dubious, but one of the keys to childhood is secret spaces. Some (Borg tastes more scents, scents more tastes, and is reminded of the emotion-sounds of a Yellow Knife somehow, though he cannot place why) are more secret than others.

At the door are her friends and a newcomer...A dog? "Hi Sherry-chan, Roxie-chan!"

"Why are you scared, boy?" She bends forward to let him sniff her hand.