"I'm not sure if that's more Narnia or Harry Potter," Dutch muttered as she headed for the door to the closet. It was better not to answer his revelations; he didn't need to know the sort of person she was. The sort of person she'd become.

She opened the door, then took a step back at the sight of her old flat, this time, the one she'd had before leaving for New York. Surprise over, she stepped through and headed for the desk, where a couple of laptops and a desktop computer were running.

"I guess we're on a trip down memory lane," she stated, and unplugged the desktop computer before he could see what was running on it, although he doubtless would have time to recognise Silk Road shit. She reached for the laptops, to close and pack them, hopefully in time for him not to have questions either.