The track was headed down. Their ride would soon be over. “So… maybe we shouldn’t see her? If she’s, like… the worst enemy that the Pioneering Society ever had… maybe we should find someone else to teach us how to escape? There’s got to be someone, right? Someone who can…” She gestured vaguely with a changeling wing at the same moment they thumped onto the ground. An automated station here had no one waiting for it, and only a single button to summon a car. They stepped out, and their own cart slid back up the tracks and out of sight. 