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Racing through the beetle-swarmed model of her own family, the real Imani finds unexpected peace — proof her uncle would have died even if she'd stayed — though her sewn-eye-free dog unsettles her.
The real Imani, driving with Elle, reaches apartment 310 — the AI's what-if model of her family, a man convulsing on the floor while sewn-eyed relatives watch. She corrects Carl flatly: 'That's not my dad.' After casting Confuzzled to stun the invulnerable beetles and clearing her gate, she reports she's 'good, actually' — the grim tableau proved her uncle would have died whether or not she'd left home, lifting a private guilt. What lingers instead is a small mystery: her dog, Gucci, alone had no stitched-shut eyes, and she doesn't know why.
She and Elle then split off toward the finish, thanking Carl for the assist. It's a quiet counterpoint to her earlier bitter opposition to the floor-eleven plan.
A middle-aged woman with large iridescent black-and-violet butterfly wings and warm healing hands; steady and composed here despite her exhaustion.
The crew's healer, finding a measure of peace in the AI's cruel family model even as her real dog's spared eyes puzzle her.
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