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"They are." Lindsay replied.

"As Agent King has said, through doorways or mirrors." he told her.

"....STILL a thing?" Ty then asked.

"You speak as though you know what they are, but they are a thing of the past." he continued.

"Is that accurate?"

"Emerald?" Lindsay asked.

"My brother." Violet responded.

"Ohhh, I see." Lindsay replied.

"Pardon me." Tyson then interjected. "But may I get a small explanation as to what all you two discussed?" he asked.

"...." Lindsay was silent, before nodding.

"Of course." he replied.

"To truncate it down, she's an interdimensional traveller." he told him.

"....huh. I thought that was only done through doorways and mirrors, via portals." Tyson commented.

Lindsay listened to what Violet had to say, and responded in an intelligent and knowing manner. There were a few times he had to stop her for an explanation of what something meant, but he always caught on after a short clarification.

After they were finished, Lindsay just sat down.

"...wow." he said.

"That... this is absolutely fascinating." he told her.

"To think that such travel is even possible. It's amazing."

"....good to know." Tyson responded.

"I'll make sure to let the staff here know that." he told her.

"Anyway, I'll be back in a few minutes." he then said, before leaving the room.

Sure enough, about 5 minutes later (and, coincidentally, when she finished the sandwich), he walked back into the room... but he wasn't alone. With him was a larger, more muscular man, with red hair.

"This is Lindsay." he said to Violet.

"Tell him what you told me." he told her.

Lindsay was silent, before smiling at her.

"Hello, hello." he greeted her.

"Huh? Salmon?" Ty asked.

"Well, it's... a fish." he said, before pausing.

"I mean, it's kinda long, has fins, glassy eyes, is a light brownish/greyish in colour with speckles..." he went on. "Its flesh is either pink or white, depending on how it's raised..." he continued.

He then paused for a moment, before taking his phone out, doing an image search on the internet, and showing her a picture of a salmon.

"Like this."

"Ah, yes." Tyson responded.

"See, he took a little more damage than you." he told her.

"Not... TOO much, from what I know." he quickly assured her further. "But I think he took a bit more of a severe konking on the noggin." he continued, lightly tapping his own head with his fist.

"Give him another... eh... 24 hours or so, before he stirs." he then said.

"That's what the medics here say, anyway." he added, before handing her the bag and bottle.

"Here. Have some food." he offered.

"It's a salmon submarine sandwich, and a cola."

"................................." Tyson was silent a bit, before shaking his head.

"I... ah... understood SOME of what you said." he told her.

"A little." he went on.

"....maybe about 5% of it..." he then admitted.

"Look, I get it, you were right." he finally said.

"Hang on, I know someone that WILL know what you're talking about." he then told her.

"I'll get him in her so you can speak without dumbing it down."

"......." Tyson was silent as she said that.

"I see." he said.

"Well... while I can tell you mean that in an inoffensive way, may I remind you that appearances can be deceiving." he told her. "I may look like an average person, but I've been around for a while, and I've learned a lot." he assured her further.

"So try me." he said.

"Tell me what you've learned."

"Oh?" Ty asked.

"Well, that's certainly good." he said.

"Care to share what you have learned, and had confirmed, I suppose?" he asked her.

"The more we know about you, the more we can possibly help." he reasoned.

"Plus, it IS our job to know.' he added with a small shrug.

About 40 minutes later, Ty returned with some food for Violet. It'd been cleared by the staff there, and he knocked on the door before entering.

"Hello again." he greeted her.

"So." he said. "What have you learned?" he asked.

"Have those charts allowed you to become less confused?" he asked further, sitting down in the chair by her bed, clutching at a paper bag and a bottle of coloured liquid.

Tyson nodded in response.

"Yes, thank you very much." he said again.

With that, the two parted ways, and Ty made his way back down to where Violet was.

"Here you go." he said to her, handing her the rather thick manilla envelope.

"Recent and accurate star charts." he told her.

He then looked at the clock, and sighed before looking at his stomach.

"I'll leave you be to go over them." he then said.

"For now, I'm going to take my leave again, this time to put something in my stomach."

Again, Jake seemed to be confused, but before he could ask anything more, Tyson burst into the area from the building side of things.

"...ah!" he exclaimed, after a moment.

"My apologies." he said.

"It seems that in my haste, I forgot to inform Jake that you would be arriving." he admitted.

"My most sincere apologies." he repeated.

Jake just sighed, and shook his head.

"Well, that confirms THAT." he told Rowena with a light laugh, as Tyson approached them and accepted the envelope.

"Sorry to have bothered you, Ms Fyrane." the agent told her.

Jake was silent for a moment, as he looked at Rowena.

"Oh, Ms Fyrane." he said, before looking at the manilla envelope.

"....for Ty?" he asked her.

He then picked it up, and looked it over.

"....news to me..." he muttered, raising an eyebrow.

"What is it?" he asked her.

"Oh, quality copies in an hour works perfectly." Ty responded.

"Absolutely. Thank you so much." he said.

"And yes, I know it's an odd request." he then said. "But this is an odd situation." he reasoned.

"Again, thank you for this." he repeated.

"Kiah's told me your charts are probably the best there is."