"The Clock Tower," Barbara echoed softly with a nod. "We have one in Gotham, but I don't think anyone lives there." She pushed herself off the couch and turned back towards the girl. "So this is where I'm supposed to go, huh? Okay. I can do that."
Hitching her bag onto her shoulder, Barbara smiled at the girl. "Thank you so much for your help, Didi. I'm too wired to sleep, so I'm off to find this clock tower. I really hope to run into you again." Barbara turned on her heel, waved goodbye one last time, and skittered straight out of the front door and into the white night.