For once, this isn’t quite jarring. Chanel sort of knows where they are. When they are. She even knows whose head they’re in. Zipporah Crockett has become something of a hero, and Chanel smiles at her softly as she passes. Not as if she’ll ever know. She comes to rest at the mouth of the abyss. “If we have to jump down there, we’re just going home. Enough is enough,” she informs Armani. And yet, she’s almost prepared to do just that, toes curling over the edge, as she wonders if she’d even have the nerve.