As Cynthia hacked away at the console, her avatar, Ms. A, took Golam by the arm and led him through a permeable wall and now they were walking down an open alley which resembled the Jewish Quarters of Prague in the 15th century. The alley was teeming with surging crowds of poor people wearing rags and torn shoes but whose skin and hair looked clean and glowing. The world they were floating through had become grey, as if their eyes were incapable of advancing their vision toward the invention of color transmission. Meanwhile, amidst the towering spires that pulsated on the scene's periphery, there stood the New Synagogue.