An old call box with a matrix of push buttons lists all the companies in the East Delta…

Press again.

This time a pleasant female voice answers: "Thank you for calling 24h Window Company. This is an automated message. Are you experiencing a window-related emergency? During non-business-hours, please call 0-0-7-2-5-4-7-7-6-5-1. The streets are mean, but we're always there for you."

That's only half-true. The streets are mean, but they're not there for you.

"Kim, do we have an emergency?"

"No, not a window-related one."

"Actually, I do have a window-related emergency." (Look at Whirling's second floor.)

"Yes, I've been meaning to ask about that... What happened?"

This was no mere act of vandalism -- this was a defenestration!

"Some crook threw a shoe into my window."

"I see." There is an impenetrable expression on the lieutenant's face.

"In any case, I'm afraid you won't get any help here." He looks up to the towering ghost house. "This place is deserted."

"I have no idea. I just know that my room's window is broken and needs to be dealt with."

"I see." The lieutenant doesn't ask more.

"Some crook threw a shoe into my window -- and forced a bottle of Commodore Red on me."

"A SHOE WAS DEFENESTRATED!"

"I threw my shoe out the window."

There's no one there to answer your call. You are beyond help.

"No emergencies, thank you." (Look at other buttons again.)

Ignore it.

"Fortress Accident SCA."

Silence. No one's home at Fortress Accident.

They have failed.

I don't care what it is.

"Kim, what's Revachol Ice City?"

"No idea," he shrugs. The three-worded business name stands cryptic among the others:

They don't want to talk to you.