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[The feed turns on and staring back at the screen is ~~everyone's favorite bitchy councilor~~ Councilor Aenathia. Poised as always, if you look very closely, you might detect just a touch of irritation in her expression.]

Hello everyone, as promised I come here with more information. The Council has just reached a decision regarding investigation of the disappearance of world P-3/4. It has been decided that I, along with Miss Devorah Kebi and Sargent Morrison, will be in charge of our own squads. For those who would be interested in working with me, you need only say so. I look forward to it, and promise you that the Council will appreciate your assistance as well.

[Filtered to Ivan]

Ivan, might I have a moment of your time?

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[Ivan follows along with the memory. It is a novel experience for him -- He is usually only able to delve into thoughts. But, he expects, that would be because no one has ever actively allowed him to view a memory as if recorded on one of those strange devices he had seen here. He is unsurprised when Morrison appears and keeps quiet as the interaction with the mysterious figure takes place. He is more concerned with the label on the gate . . . . . It began with a P or a B. And ended with a 4.

When the memory has concluded, he is silent for a few moments before withdrawing from Aethania's mind.]

. . . I can understand your apprehension, Councilor. And this . . . This was approximately the time when World P3/4 disappeared?

[She is rather quiet, as if bringing this up was a large burden upon her.]

That is correct.

It's entirely possible this is a complete coincidence, of course.

[He speaks quietly as well. And Ivan may be naive, but he's not dumb. He makes the next logical step fairly quickly.]

Miss Aethania . . . "If you find anyone in any world you believe to be withholding vital information, I have no qualms about dragging forth the truth, no matter whom it may be." That's what I said earlier, and I stand by it.

Is this what you ask of me?

[She clutches her hands to her chest. If Ivan looks close enough, he will see that they are shaking slightly. She nods gently.]

Please, do not think less of me for keeping this information to myself until now...

[Ivan is a bit too occupied with his own thoughts to notice, but he responds to her nod with a slow one of his own.]

No. If whatever's going on is because of a person . . . And someone who's known and respected, at that. You couldn't say anything at all.

. . . Alright. I'll do it. I'll find out the truth -- I don't truly believe Sargent Morrison could be responsible for something like this, but either way, he shouldn't be keeping a secret concerning World P3/4 at a time like this. And I'm already pretty well known for being bad about keeping my abilities in check, so there's no reason to suspect me of anything if I accidentally let my mind wander.

[She brightens up a bit.]

Thank you. Thank you so much. And please, if there is anything, anything that I can do, simply name it.

It's fine, Councilor. This is for the sake of a whole world, after all . . . Even if it turns out you were wrong, I'm sure it's right to investigate.

[She does something surprising. She puts a hand on his head.]

You are a good boy, Ivan. You remind me a lot of my daughter, in a way. It is quite refreshing.

[He wonders whether it is appropriate to be surprised that she has a child before deciding that it would be alright. Regardless, he allows himself to be patted.]

Aha, thank you. You have a daughter . . . ? Do you mind if I ask what world you're from, Councilor?

[She nods.]

Of about your age. Her name is Mirildra and she is the light of my life. Unfortunately, I am not able to see her as often as I would like.

Not at all. My world is called Merirnys; I am from Essondir, the capital city of Issahelia.

Ah . . . That's too bad. I guess with the emergency, you never did get a chance to go home to see your family that night.

[And though she hadn't asked, he offered anyway.]

I'm from Weyard -- Contigo, I'm told, though I was raised in Kalay. Your world sounds very . . . beautiful. Even the names are lyrical.

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