Didi's plans to track Bo and have a private sharing of the minds never happens, at least not in the next few hours. Instead, as she's marching toward the exit of her room, fully certain by now the door won't open for her and that she's as trapped as skeebie vermin undertrash, the sliding panel hisses softly to one side and she finds herself in a glass hallway, more greenery embracing the tunnel that goes to the right and left. She's already been down the right path, or come up it, at ...