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Her restlessness has been growing.

("In a sense, it feels as though almost all my life ahead of this day has become uncertain."

"Moiraine, you dwell in this place... a woman out of your own world and out of your time."

"My devotion to the mysteries of this world transcends any single law enforcement agency... it's my responsibility to go where I can do some good."

"I hope you find your answers, whatever they may be.")

Moiraine has her suspicions, if at present barely more than that, as to what the source of her growing unease may be, but as yet she cannot confirm them.

(And if she is to undertake what comes after if she is correct in this, then she must, she must be absolutely certain, without doubt or question.)

Thus it happens that the Aes Sedai may be found on this particular afternoon within the walls of Milliways, a gently-steaming pot of tea near at hand, and her attention focused on studying one of the books that Tom Riddle had so graciously retrieved for her some time ago.

There are not many here these days who would recognize the Karaethon Cycle for what it is, and perhaps fewer still who might grasp the significance of her interest in it now. Still, she makes no attempt to conceal what it is that she is reading.

Unusual, that.

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"My knowledge of non-earths is pretty bad. And my timeline had first contact years back.

"But it's always nice to meet new people from new places."

Even the Pacific Northwest.

"First contact?" she inquires, eyebrows raised.

"I am pleased to meet you as well. Where on Earth is it that you are from, Charlie?"

"First meeting with alien races. We've actually dealt with quite a few. I really should have kept track.

"But I am from a charming little city called Hub City." He clearly doesn't miss it.

"Alien races."

There is something ever so slightly wry about her tone.

"I see. I do not believe I am acquainted with Hub City, however."

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Charlie picks up on the wryness but leaves it alone.

"It's in the Midwest, near St. Louis. About 160,000 people. It was a pretty bad place when I last lived there. I hear it got better. But for a while it was a national joke.

"At least in my timeline."

"Saint Louis I am familiar with, at least from maps."

"Where is it that you dwell now, if not Hub City?"

"No, I currently live here. My world is cut off to me.

"Long story." Sort of.

"I see," she murmurs, and indeed, there is something in her tone that hints at a deeper truth underlying her words.

"Through death, or for another reason?"

"Death. But strange as it seems, that was reversed.

"But I'm still cut off. My time out there is over." There is a tiny hint of sadness.

"It is difficult sometimes to be an exile from one's home, even if the reasons are good ones," Moiraine replies, gently.

"How did you come to live on Earth?" Does she think of herself as an exile?

The Aes Sedai smiles.

"I was invited, as it happens."

"And I suspect you didn't have to pass through immigration or customs.

"Did your sponsor help you get the appropriate paperwork?" Hard not to think about such prosaic things. Especially since, if ever finds a new timeline, he'll need such items.

"I have what I need," she assures him.

"My... sponsor... made every effort to ensure that I would be both comfortable and welcomed."

"And what do you do there? Was there culture shock?" That's Charlie, always with the questions.

"I collect stories," Moiraine replies. "You might call me a student of history, in a sense; it has long been an interest of mine."

Her smile appears again.

"Some small shock, I suppose, but after becoming accustomed to a place like this..."

She spreads her hands.

"Does anyone ever get used to the Bar?" He's been watching the calendar. Mardi Gras is coming, and he is never ready for that.

"I was a reporter for a while, so I guess I used to collect stories as well."

"It seems that we might have something in common, then."

More than one thing, perhaps.

"What sort of stories did you seek?"

"News about crime and injustice. I was something of a crusading reporter type at my best.

"But I left that years ago." He doesn't miss it. At all.

Much.

The Aes Sedai smiles, and indicates the deep blue color of her woolen dress.

"Something else in common, then. I am of the Blue Ajah, and Blues are known for having an interest in causes and justice."

"Like a cop, or like a costumed hero?" Blue would go with being a cop.

On Earth, anyway.

She blinks, once, and allows a flicker of amusement to show.

"If the choice is to be made between those two options, then I believe the first would be more accurate."

She must remember to tell Dale of the comparison.

"I was the latter. As well as a reporter. But there was always a difference between gathering stories and gathering evidence. Facts as opposed to the bigger picture." And in the end, both gave way to just being nosy about everything.

"You were a costumed hero?"

Her eyebrows rise, and she considers him with interest.

"I should like to hear of this."

"It's a pretty strange story at the end. With some highlights in the middle. And some slow parts." Been ages since he told the whole thing.