Iman chews her lip, hating the question as much as she knows it's necessary. She's already scouted out Greta's building and neighborhood, which was a fucking bust. The city was still pretty new to her.

"She's not exactly from this time period," she says. "I mean, she's from like, fucking medieval ages. This isn't comfortable territory for her."

She realizes how unlikely this makes it sound that she's even still alive.

But she refuses to consider that outcome. No matter how unscientific, how inadvisable, how selfish - she just can't. This is the only reason she's still working so damn hard and that doesn't make her proud but it's what it is.

"I think the park is the only viable option," she says finally. "But she wouldn't just be wandering, she'll be hiding somewhere, trying to stay safe. Not sure where that could be."

She sets off toward the park anyway. It's a start. It's a direction. That's all she needs.