"Good morning, Security." That's the voice she remembers, filled with so many distinct parts, another very real anchor to here, and she smiles - bright and without a single trace of blame or upset, merely delighted for its presence.

"It's rather early to ask that question, isn't it? No one's had a chance to do anything worth killing them over."

Does it know, in some way, what happened in that other place? Do the dreams of one echo into another? If not, how to break the news?