When Murphy left the building, he took a taxi cab, which dropped him off at the airport, where he took the plane to Michigan. While on the plane, he took one look at the map he was given. One look was enough to have Murphy swear out loud.
"Something wrong?" a woman from across the isle, who was in her early forties asked him.
"They gave me the wrong map." Murphy complained, "It was supposed to be of Detroit, but instead they gave me one for something called Delta City."
The woman looked concerned: "Have you been living under a rock?"
He would have answered her with some excuse he made up at the spot, but the look on her face told him there was more to this than he thought: "Why?"
"Detroit doesn't exist anymore." the woman explained, "It's called Delta City now."
Murphy didn't know how he should feel about this. Sure, he'd been gone for sixteen years, and Skouris warned him that more had changed than he thought, but this wasn't the sort of change he expected. He would feel shock, but he realized that if he gets shocked by everything he doesn't know, he wouldn't be going anywhere at all.
"What happened?"
The woman hesitated to answer: "Do I know you?"
Murphy understood very well how naturally terrified people are of him and all the 4399 others, so even if he wasn't told to avoid mentioning it to anyone, he wasn't planning to anyway. But he also knew that his arrival was caught on tape and broadcast across the country (if not the world). So it was possible somebody filmed him, broadcast him, and therefor this woman could recognize him. He had to do something to stop her from trying to remember.
"Murphy." he stuck out his hand, "Alex Murphy."
The woman shook her head: "No. Doesn't ring a bell."
She took Murphy's hand and shook it: "I'm Lisa Madigan."
"Are you from Detro... I mean, Delta City?"
"Yeah." she didn't sound very happy about it.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't talk about it." she replied.
Murphy noticed some distress in her tone. He would have asked for more, but experience told him it would only make things worse. So he just nodded.

Upon the landing of their plane, they got off and went through all the necessary procedures. Having done so, they ran across a man who was getting agitated at the ticket booth.
"What do you mean I can't buy a ticket?"
"It says here you're not allowed to leave the state." the woman at the booth told him.
"You can't be serious! You can't just stop me from seeing my mother! What the fuck is wrong with you people?"
Seeing this, and remembering what happened to him just hours ago, Murphy started toward the man. But Madigan held his arm, stopping him.
"Don't."
"Why not?" Murphy asked her.
"If you get involved, with this, it'll mean bad news."
Murphy heard a click. In reflex he turned to look. As he heard people yell on top of their lungs, he saw the agitated man pointing a gun at the desk-woman.
"Give me my fucking ticket!"
Security officers came to the rescue, but the gunman had grabbed the desk-woman's shirt-collar, and pulled her closer to him, so he could hold his gun to her temple.
"One step closer, and I blow her fucking brains out!"
In response, the security agents held up their hands, trying to calm him down.
His duty told him to go on and put a stop to this, but Madigan kept holding him at a distance.
"What are you doing?"
"Trust me on this, you better not do anything." she whispered.
"You!" the gunman had suddenly turned his attention to Murphy, "You got a problem?"
Whether Madigan liked it or not, the gunman had just involved him now: "Buddy, I'm looking at the problem."
Before the man could say anything in reply, a siren was heard. The gunman wouldn't let that stop him. He pulled the desk-woman over the desk and made his way to the entrance. Murphy followed suit, but stopped as soon as he saw the police-car stop, and its driver stepping out. What he saw was unbelievable. It looked like a man, but the man in question was wearing a heavily armored suit. The gunman shouted more threats at the man, but the robot-man didn't seem fazed by anything he said. Something opened in the robot-man's right leg, from which he took out a large gun and fired one shot. That shot blasted through the glass doors, the shattering of which almost muffled the gunshot, as well as the sound of the man hitting floor when the bullet hit him between his eyes.
"Look, Mom, it's Robocop!" Murphy heard a child say.
Robocop? Is this what Madigan was afraid of? That if he got involved, he'd be shot by this Robocop?
As he was thinking this over, the desk-woman ran to him, hysterically, holding her arms out, likely to thank him. But Robocop stuck out his hand, gesturing her to halt.
"I merely did my job." he said, with an obviously synthesized voice.
With this, Robocop got back in his car and drove away.
The desk-woman was still hysterical, and even sunk down upon receiving such a cold shoulder. But that wasn't what worried Murphy. Though Robocop's voice was obviously synthetic, there was something familiar about it.
"Murphy, you got a place to stay?" Madigan asked.
This was what he needed to snap back to reality: "What? No... no, I was hoping I could find a hotel somewhere..."
"Don't bother, you can stay at my place." she offered.
"You'd let a complete stranger into your house?"
"A complete stranger that would stand up to a gun the way you did? Why wouldn't I?"
Murphy couldn't argue with that logic, so he took her offer.