The way from the roof to Granger's sleeping quarters is a whirl of color and sound. The rebels who cross our path in the underground corridors all give us strange looks, which could be because we're still in our combat gear and completely soaked, or because Granger hasn't let go of my hand once since we left the meadow. Not on the roof, not in the lift, not in the empty command centre, not in the atrium, not in the tunnels.