Faiza had a long day.  The train had been late, her office had been a madhouse, the train had been late again.  There were weird rumors circulating, and cops everyplace.  Even virtually, the police eyed her hijab as though she could somehow suicide bomb a server from the inside.  Now, all she wanted to do was logout and rest her eyes.  Her City apartment was at the very top of one of the Bayside towers.  Once she climbed the stairs, she found the door to her apartment was locked.  All the doors were locked.  She heard growling down the hallway.