She curses under her breath and keeps running, dropping herself into increasingly impractical spots, pushing herself forward even as it gets more and more difficult to find her way, to keep moving. She has to. She always will. And she has to find him.

She clambers through a narrow duct until she comes to an obstruction, manages to shoot herself a portal on the other side, backtracks, and re-enters.

She's in an office now. Deadly silent. Devoid of people.

A little too familiar.

She keeps moving, quick and quiet, until she comes to a very long hallway. More like a tunnel, or a bridge. Windows reveal a staggering drop, and in the distance she can just make out a massive hub.

This, inevitably, seems to be where she must go.

She walks, her heart pounding heavily, uncertain what she'll find as she steps through the emancipation grill and into the room beyond.