Close your eyes and think of England, they told her, so she does. Not the Queen nor the flag, but the green hills of Sussex where she grew up. She thinks of Brian and Meggan and her long-lost parents. She doesn't think of Chris, because she doesn't need to. Chris is with her, hands on her shoulder, breath warm against her neck.
She lifts the receiver and listens to the dial tone and clicks as she connects. Thousands of miles away a stranger who also happens to be a brilliant Russian cryptographer falls to his knees. He does not get up.
His family will go hungry. His mother will succumb to a heart attack in less than a month. Elizabeth Braddock thinks of England, but her eyes are open now, open all the way.