Hingis scrambles across a field, ducks beneath the helicopter's terrifying gale. Within seconds she is hurtling toward the city, her city, where people sit waiting to cheer her. The occasion is a Swiss TV show, and she is dressed to kill: black boots, black pants, black tee top covered by a translucent white blouse. Her lips are glazed. Off her necklace two silver balls drop onto the skin below her throat.