It's enough to stir her from the abstract silence that she'd fallen into from the Inn to the El, watching Cindy without saying anything; she looks away, up at nothing. "The siege isn't over." Sonja is in New York, with the others, and not knowing what's happening is the hardest part.

Sonja will succeed, she knows that the way she knows that water is wet. The problem is not knowing how. The problem is not being able to tell Sonja what she saw (the faqra with the silver eyes, the implications of those monsters taking human form), the problem is does this mean Sonja has to die to come back?

Is she alone, now?

(No; here's Cindy, right beside her. There are a dozen people she'll need to talk to, soon, and Ivan really does have her goddamn house-keys. She's not alone. But none of them are Sonja.)