She wondered if she could slide into another new identity. Then all ties to Marley would fade with the textual death of Stephanie. She considered becoming a spy and practiced on the few passengers in the car with her. She looked up and down the aisle. An old man across from her was sleeping as the granite flank of the mountain whipped by his profile. A woman a few rows ahead of her appeared to be stroking the head of a small child in her lap.

Stephanie wondered if she'd ever find intrigue and excitement again.