Whatever happened to be her destination, Evey gave no sign or hint. In fact, as she walked with Aidan's hand lightly clasped in hers, she was the perfection of silence. Even her steps were muted, as if she subconsciously was trying to make herself as unnoticeable as possible. It wasn't far from the truth. When faced with some as-of-yet unsolved struggle, she went as quiet and still as possible. It was part of her refined survival skills, learned first in London, honed in die Festung, and perfected on the island filled with dinosaurs.
It didn't fail her now, this protection.
The streets started to look familiar. At the last turn, Agreeable Apartments greeted them - all cheer and welcome. Evey didn't look up from her musings, but led them straight through, to the stairwell, to the 14th floor, and finally to the apartment that used to be hers - and was hers for the first time - and was still hers. She turned the key in the lock and stepped inside.
"Come in, Aidan," she said, as she passed over the threshold. She hadn't let go of his hand.