"And you will be told over and over and over. We are a bit repetitive, but none of us wants to see more people die. I've reached my quota for a lifetime." Even as she said it, she knew that it would happen again, but it didn't mean that she'd have to like it. "Why thank you," she answered with a small courtesy an a smile. "You can call me pretty all you like unless Marty is around. He gets a little jealous, and it'd be such a bad form if the man in charge punched you for just being a man."
She looked around. "This doesn't know look like the California I pictured, but then I'm from Texas and moved to Memphis. We don't really see much snow." Savannah moved closer. "When we arrived, it was all agents and me. A few FBI, some NCIS, one CIA and me. We were brought on a base and told this incredible story, except that nothing made sense. No one had powers we could see. I had to believe this story based on their say so. Everyone else believe it because it's what they do. They follow orders. I...I found the idea that it was real worse than the possibility that they had kidnapped. Was was a twenty-one year old virgin going to do with a bunch of old men and women for the rest of her life? Going home wasn't really a possibility back then. There were no young people. There was nothing and I couldn't see the possibility of having the important things in life: a husband and children, because really at the end of the day, no matter what name we use on any given day, in which dimension we end up in, those are the important things. Do you have a family back home?"