One the fourteenth floor is reached, Miho unlocks the door, pauses on the threshold, and tilts her head, inviting her unexpected guests in. She pauses, because this is her space. And no-one comes her. Well, Molly had, back when she still needed caring for. Sometimes she still does. And sometimes, Miho doesn't turn her away.

The apartment is small, fairly bare, very clean. The window, which is surprisingly large, lacks curtains or blinds, and is shielded only by the rain sheeting down it. Miho crosses the room silently, heading for the bathroom. She returns with towels, hands one to each of her guests, and begins wringing the worst of the wet out of her hair.