It takes you a moment in your groggy sleep inertia, but you remember where Luna worked from, in the middle of the night. Clothes, socks, phone. Check, check, check. You grab your shoes in your hand before you depart. Out the door, wait for the guard to go, through the hall, down the stairs. Down another hall, across the way. Dodge guards patrolling the hallways looping around the throne room, then across the mirrored core floorplan. Admin wing, up two flights. Make sure no guard’s standing in place this time. She’s turned the other way, good. Dart across. Turn left, around the library’s upper floors. Three doors down. Conference room where you spoke with Luna just hours ago in-person. Across room, through doors on other side.