The girl looked at Neblae and said, "Just call me,'Boo'. Or Ch'booha if you're feeling formal, Rini." The Deva girl had pinkish skin,huge amber eyes, and pale platinum hair. She was better dressed than any Trow, Derro, or Deva she had ever seen. Neblae followed her onto an elevator and followed her in to the functioning undercity that kept city 64 floating in the clouds. Boo remarked,"You look...unlike yourself. I look at you and see a stranger. Chol...I MEAN the Trowmaster, Lord Flamel, will decide what to do with you. We all have been very concerned about you, Ahrini. I understand you had a bad concussion? Neblae swallowed dryly, and said, "I got hit pretty hard. That artifact that merged with me might have affected me as well. I can't tell, really. I don't recognize my face in the mirror any more." Boo took Neblae by the hand and lead her to a door and lead her in. It was a old,small cafeteria with fold-down tables, and filled with delicious odors. There were several Trow sitting around and one human dressed like an overseer. He was laughing and joking around with the Trow he was seated with, as if they were equals. Neblae was shocked. Boo lead her over, and said, "Chol, Rini's pretty messed up, but she seems functional." Chol turned and looked Neblae in the eye. She knew the look. It was a father's love for a child. She could feel the warmth of his feeling radiate from his eyes. After a moment he said quietly, "You are not Ahrini. Who are you?" Neblae was floored by his insight. She couldn't lie her way out of this. She reached down within her soul and pulled out the truth she didn't want to say and choked out,"I don't really know WHO I am anymore. I remember BEING Ahrini, but I'm not her any more. I don't know if I want to explain better than that." Chol indicated a chair across the table from him, and went to pour a cup of hot Jolla. "You can have a seat, and you can have something to eat. SO can you access that artifact thing that sank into your belly?" Neblae shrugged and stretched out her left hand. A figure of steaming fluid raised up out of the cup and waved. A wave of heat and blackness swept through her and she moaned and swayed. Neblae sat down on the floor and felt like fainting. Chol picked her up and put her in his seat and ran a hand over her head and said,"That's enough. You're shaking like a reed in the wind. Do you need a doctor?" She frowned when the truth about it hit her. She had been up for almost two days and she just ran out of energy. Neblae said, "I need a nap." She then fell asleep on Chol's sholder. --To be continued!-- Media the usual stuff!