Daine follows her up the stairs at a more sedate pace, finding the loft to be as empty as everywhere else. This doesn't make sense. After giving the area around the top of the stairs a cursory sniff, she sits down, puzzled. It's not just the absence of people (or dogs) that's so confusing, now that she really thinks about it. Belatedly, it occurs to Daine that she has no business being in Edgar and Almondine's realm; she ought to be in New York. How are we here?