The panic stamped all over her was fading into relief. Her hands worked their way up his arms and found his shoulders and held to them. He was here. He wasn't Sumerian, but he was known to her. She wasn't alone. Some of the darkness in her dark, dark eyes was fading away now, and although she hadn't yet found a smile, it was lurking in the shadows, waiting for the time when it could show itself.
"I don't know... I... Morpheus." She was clinging now, and she couldn't find it in herself to be ashamed. "I was in Italy moments ago, talking with Nabu. We... I wasn't... It was strange. I was a recrea... I am a recreation of myself - the same in every way, but... but copied from..."
She took a breath, knowing she wasn't making a lot of sense. Squeezing her eyes shut, she focused hard on the smoothest way of saying it.
"Your Khaos and an Egyptian creator god recreated the Earth, then populated it with recreations of some of the gods. I was one of those. You weren't there. I'm still... still me, and I still remember everything... But I don't know where we are now. It isn't in that recreated world, and it isn't home... and my family isn't here. They're not even a whisper in my head."
Still holding onto her Greek mirror, she hazarded a look around the corridor. It was a very sterile place, and everything was uniform and metal. She didn't like it at all. "Where is this? How long have you been here?"