The room is exactly as Wayne observed through the slot earlier. There’s a bed, a wardrobe, a desk and chair. And there is Camilla Hect, standing in the middle of the room.

Or, at least, it looks like Camilla Hect. But she’s beaming in a way that Cam never really does.

“Wayne!” the figure cries. “Oh, it is good to see you. Shut the door and come this way—they won’t be able to spot you from this angle. We can’t keep you hidden forever, obviously, but we can choose our moment to our best advantage.”