Mara takes the night train across the city and finds the address, a narrow house with her name on a paper tag by the door. She knocks. A woman answers who looks nothing like her, holding a child who looks exactly like the girl from the canister. 'You're early,' the woman says. 'They told us you'd come.' She steps aside to let Mara in, and Mara walks toward the life that was sold out from under her.