Sprite passed young hips looking for the perfect, overpriced clothing and exited through the front. Just a hundred feet to her right, at the end of the block, Sprite took broad, cement stairs to the underground public rail. She boarded using a false ID pass, taking a seat near two exits, a couple cars from the back.

She tried to relax, exhaling, though she continued to scour the passengers for anything unusual. Finally the transpo began to move. After a couple transfers and a couple of hours, Sprite would be home.

There she hoped to find everyone else, including Turtle.