"All right," Mako says. She moves back, scanning the city's horizon for a promising direction.

She has to stop when she finds herself suggesting one way and Raleigh suggesting another. Her hand lifts in an abortive movement to massage the side of her head, but she awkwardly twists the motion into facing the man again.

This is not Tokyo, and there is no Onibaba.

Raleigh is gone, and has been since she got here.

It is just her.

"A car might make noise." She frowns. "Do you know if they are drawn to noise?"