She descends into the bunker in foul humor, wondering where her happiness went. Gone with her father and the ship that was meant to carry her to her mother, she supposes. The gunslinger and Pip wait for her below, the scent of ancient motor oil and rust assaulting her despite the clear plasglass mouth and nose filter chugging faithfully to protect her from airborne contaminants. Before Didi can say a word, the ruddy crow decides to speak up.

"I knew this wasn't going to end ...