"Why did you lie about the Triassic?"
Joon shrugged. Alt Joon.
"It seemed like the thing to do at the time."
"Look, it's just a matter of time anyway. Before they understand what we're doing. I just... accelerated the process."
"I'm sure Yvette will understand."
"She's about ready to shoot me, anyway. And I've done..."
"I understand," Jack soothed. "Can you let me know next time? I can only paper so much..."
They looked at each other.
"How are you?" she asked.
She was just like Maia.
"Why are you here?" she asked, reaching to touch his face, then stopping.
"I was... drawn here. By another Joon."
"That explains it," she muttered to herself. "You shouldn't be here. They shouldn't... do this."
"What is happening?"
"Do you have... a Maia where you're from?"
"Do you have... me?"
"Once. No longer. I'm not with... that other Joon. It's just me..."
"Why are you here? How many of us are there?"
"Oh, Joon. There's so much you don't know."
Hiller rose, noting Joon's absence. She went to the door, glancing out. The guard raised an eyebrow at her lack of dress. She wrapped herself in a robe and returned to the corridor, glancing both directions. There. He was talking to someone.
As she approached she could hear them talking, in urgent whispers.
What was this?