She starts off in the direction her body tells her the kennel is in, and the dream takes them with no more effort straight to... an NYPD station. Thankfully Beka is clothed now, but not in the uniform of the Provost's Guard: she's wearing a full New York police uniform, complete with gun.

She stops now, her prisoner trailing her like a tired puppy, to stare wide-eyed at the bustling police station around her. She looks to the stranger for answers.

"This isn't Jane Street."