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Copenhagen was quiet. Jakobe didn’t know whether to be relieved or scared. But Mattias didn’t seem to be worried in the least, judging by his ever-energetic appearance. His judgement was enough for Jakobe. Still, there was no harm in a little wariness. She stuck to the back alleys, crossing every street with a small, nervous prayer.
 
In the distance stood three giant jättetrakter. [color=84CED2]Though they probably aren’t called that[/color], Jakobe thought. That was a Swedish word. She wondered what the Danish word was for them was. Whatever it was, they were an oddly comforting sight. Jättetrakter were designed so that the people who lived in it never had to leave them. Some levels were entirely apartments, others were shopping centers and food courts. There were levels made entirely for the production of food, acres of land where crops fed off artificial light. The highest levels were the power plants that gave the entire building energy. The underground levels were water treatment facilities and dumps. Jättetrakter were entirely self-sustained. Which is why the countries that had employed them all had such concentrated populations. Jättetrakter [i]needed[/i] a certain amount of people for them to function. Most people were more than happy to move to the giant apartment blocks. Jättertrakter meant there might not be a lot of people walking amok, which meant less danger of being spotted. 
 
Jakobe found herself frozen in her tracks. A lump formed in her throat, her limbs felt heavy, and her eyes began to sting. Her mind went back to her home, to a month ago. To blood. She stood there for a while, her grip so tight on the handlebars that her knuckles became white. Eventually she was able to snap back to Copenhagen. Her eyes fell on Mattias sitting in front of her, staring up at his master. [color=84CED2][i]“Let’s not take any chances,”[/i][/color] she said, more at herself than her Mattias, then began pedalling again. 
 
After nearly two hours of back alley bike riding, shortly after the Sun set, Jakobe saw a pyramidal blue roof with spear-like extensions. It was curious architecture to say the least. But something about it seemed to call Jakobe. She found herself headed towards it without even realizing it. She skidded to a stop before the entrance, but Mats bounced on inside it. He deemed it safe. With a shrug, Jakobe followed him inside. 
 
[color=84CED2][i]“Mats!”[/i][/color] she squealed as she stepped off her bike, [color=84CED2][i]“This is a train station.”[/i][/color]