She does not say she is sorry. She just shows you the photographs on her laptop as you ride the S-train north, and points out every obstacle.
At 23:15 you enter through the service door using the code from her second USB drive. Ida stays at the corner of the street, phone in hand, watching for movement.
The boiler room. The steel door. Already ajar.
You go through it.
The story pauses here…