[Alcuin scrubs the corner of the blanket over his face, trying to stop crying. Not that it's working very well. But he sees what Armin's trying to do and latches onto the distraction gratefully.]

She's... She's herself. A Traveler. But in an overlay's body. I don't... I've heard Daneel say he's. He's done it before. But I've never.

[He shakes his head.]

She's older. A what-if future. She's a professor at a college here, and still sews costumes and attends conventions. She's alone. Not a vampire, but she's so alone. And she's here! Blessed Elua, if we hadn't come, and this had all happened without us, if we don't stop it--