The elevator goes up to what would have been the 7th floor had there been one, and then acts like a monorail car, taking us through the air back along the route I had walked. I look out the now-glass sides of the elevator, trying to locate the tracks we must be on but don't see any, even thought it acts like it is on tracks, and everyone else on the elevator is acting as if this is their normal way to get to the 7th floor.
After a scenic flight over this non-Baltimore, we arrive back at the first building's 7th floor through an elevator sky bridge, and I go back to reading the directory, which is even more entertaining than before with many "we claim"s, and "we own"s and one which says "saving the homeless from a world they never made".
I wake up, still reading the memory of the directory. I have not seen my sister.