Ten minutes later Minnow is sat in a small, plain interview room when a smartly dressed woman with her hair tied up in a bun enters. "My name is Rifeen."
"My name's Minnow. Have you got anything to drink."
The woman shakes her head and begins asking him questions, like "Where are you from? How did you come to be in the Travers Community area 91 without any identification? What genetic bank did you originate from?"
She isn't happy with Minnow's somewhat cocky answers.
"Look miss, I've been there, I've done this, I've done that. I'm an interplanal time travelor who just fell through a hole in space onto a patch of your concrete. You don't have to believe me but that's the way it is."
Rifeen purses her lips as Minnow continues.
"Are you doing anything tonight. We could go out, catch a movie. You have movies right?"
"Mr Minnow..." She sits back, her expression stern.
"Just Minnow."
"Mr Minnow, I'm afraid you don't understand the trouble you're in. We are going to have to perform some tests on you. Appearing out of the middle of nowhere, right in the Heart of Sanctuary is an enigma in itself but your altered appearance and deviant behavior represent a weak link in our security. Let me remind you, we are at war Mr Minnow with the D'Morian states  so our tests will commence immediately."
"Hey lady, if you'd just survived the End of the World, your threads would be a worn too. Go ahead," Minnow grins, leaning back and folding his arms. "I'm all yours."

Minnow decided to play along with them and suffer their tests. First they attempted to take some of his blood but their needles kept breaking on his skin. So instead of blood they pulled some of his hair and took samples of his urine and dead skin. "Just be careful what you do with that stuff - that's pure hero you're handling."
After that they gave him a thorough physical examination with over a dozen doctors and scientists poking and prodding every region of his body, which he joked and grinned through the whole time.
Then came various technological cardiographs and stick on receptors to measure his fitness. Despite managing to sneak a peak at their clipboards he couldn't understand many of the figures. However one had written the footnote, "Prime physical specimen with extraordinary libido."
He gave that one a huge smile.
Eventually after eighteen hours of tests he was led (minus his normal clothes and equipment) into a plain cell and left alone to sleep.
"Minnow?"
"Han?" The voice was coming from the cell next door.
"Where the hell are we?" Han asks.
"Well, I've managed to learn a fair bit. We're either in Eternium's far future or far past."
"How do you know that? We could be anywhere in the Multiverse! I don't even know how we came to be here. I've had all sorts of wierd tests done on me. They've shone stuff into my nice new third eye and described me as a friggin "Deviant." Minnow I'm pissed!"
"Calm down," says Minnow, sitting on his nice comfy cell bed and stretching. "I know we're on Eternium because if we weren't my mind would have been scrambled by the World-jump. We're in a place called Sanctuary which is the Capital city of something called InterWorld. The folks here are all clones - basically human beings grown from a stockpile of pure, genetic stock. We don't look like them because our genes are vastly different and unique, so Lante growing out of your head and my natural immunity to damage make us wierd space beings in their book."
"If we Time-jumped, how come the others haven't shown up? And how come we arrived with clothes? They've got my sword."
Minnow describes his last moments, climbing up the bomb shaft and placing two girders across it to divert the bomb. "I was just trying to buy us some time. I guess the bomb exploded and reacted with the active Skarrion stone in some unexpected way. As for Vic, Val and Kit? I haven't seen or heard from them. If they're here in this Time with us, they haven't been captured. They might be outside of this city."
"And if they're not in this Time?"
"We worry about that later."
"Minnow..."
"Yep."
"Do you think they're listening to us?"
"Absolutely."
"But you just told them about Victor and the others."
"Han my boy, they think we're nuts. Get some sleep."
"How are we going to get out of here?"
"We'll look for the Eternal Key and walk out whenever we want. But not just yet. Let's find out some more first. And we wouldn't get very far in an unknown, lawful city like this. Sleep. They're carrying on with the questions and tests tomorrow so we'll both need our wits about us. Just keep asking them questions. One question for every one you answer. Don't try and hide anything from them. We can't come up with a convincing story to explain why we're here so we've got to stick to the truth. They won't believe us but it'll buy us some time. Maybe Kit will find us and hey presto. How's Lante by the way?"
"He's fine. A bit shaken up but fine. He thinks we should bide our time as well."
"Very wise chap."

On the Flipside
Two weeks passed with Minnow and Han being fed and well looked after. The tests continued but became less vigorous and more a matter of routine monitoring than anything else. Apparently (coming as no surprise to Minnow) his and Han's test results were now the talk of the scientific community with professors being flown in from two other Realms to examine them.
"We're famous Han. And as long as we're famous, we're safe."
"Great, I'm a famous lab rat."
The doctor in charge of their health, diet and daily routines was a man called Chevron, who Minnow likened to an oversized kangeroo, due to the man's frantic leaping around. Chevron would meet with them both several times a day, asking if the ambient temperature was satisfactory and whether any special food could be prepared.
One morning, Minnow interrupted the doctor's spiel. "Chevron, why not let us take a walk? We'd like to see this city of yours. Since arriving here all we've seen is these white walls. How about a day trip."
Chevron wrung his hands nervously together. "I'll see what I can do. Word about you has undoubtedly reached the D'Morian's. We have to maintain a high level of security at all times in case they, well in case they do something."
"They won't want to kill us will they?" asked Han.
Chevron shrugs. "I honestly don't know. Everything about the both of you is an Enigma."

After another two weeks of examinations and questioning Minnow had managed to piece together a lot more information about their situation;-
They were stuck in Eternium's 9th Age, known as the Age of Euphoria, in a City known as Sanctuary. Apparently the Capital of the Realm, Sanctuary had a population of over a million beings.
Thousand's of years ago, Mankind had stumbled upon Interplanal travel, making it possible to travel between each of Eternium’s 12 realms. More recently, united under one ruling body known as the Council of the Realms (presided over by such figures as Diamacus the Ancient and Tellico the Great), an inter-realm government had been established, policing each Realm and enforcing strict Laws over Realm travel, trade and economy. Eternium's Realms were now collectively called the Colonies or Colonial InterWorlds.
Unfortunately they had arrived  in the middle of a political coo. The Colonial Sheb’be’ki (enforcers) were expecting assassin’s from a rogue element on the 9th Realm of D'Moria. The D’Morian’s were master assassins and saboteurs, capable of bringing trade routes to a standstill. At first Minnow and Han were suspected of being D’Morian agents but that idea was soon discarded when tests proved otherwise.

Digitisers.
Sanctuary was by no means a normal city. It was at the forefront of Digitising technology - Digitiser's coming in all shapes and sizes, the most advanced capable of reorganising matter into different shapes. Since the invention of the Mark Four Digitiser, Sanctuary had found itself the target of political and terrorist attacks. As Digitising technology could potentially turn any raw material into something valuable (like mud into corn or water into rare metal) the Council of the Realms had banned any further research and withdrawn the Mark Four from service in order to preserve relations between Realms and more importantly trade.

Cloning.
Another thing that set Sanctuary apart from other more barbaric Realms was its adoption of Cloning Technology. Sanctuary's proximity to the Rift meant great wealth and power but at a high price as the population had been rendered sterile due to the randomness of what scientists called the Time Dilation Principle. Minnow didn't grasp the full details but Sanctuary had also pioneered cloning as a way of perpetuating its population. This cloning had now become so advanced that it was used to "breed" the Ultimate Enforcers. Every Citizen of Sanctuary had their genetic structure on file. Whenever they died, they would be cloned, in some cases even before death. Cloning had further led to the buying and selling of Genetic material and memories, the abuse of which had then led to the Bill of Genetic Right's.

Time problems.
By far the most serious setback to the 9th Age Minnow learned of was recent scientific evidence suggesting the Rift between Realms - the essential component for travel between the Realms and the foundation of InterWorld's whole socio-political and economic structure, seemed to be destabilizing. If something happened to the Rift, scientists were predicting anything from the collapse of civilization to the end of the World.

Based upon these revelations, Han had begun pressuring Minnow to make an escape. "How much longer are we going to sit here and take this?" Han whispered.
Minnow, tucking into some potato-like wafers looked up smiling. On this occasion they were in an empty dining room, surrounded at a discreet distance by seven doctors and five guards.
"Kit and the others might be in trouble," Han continued. "We can't just sit around!"
"You miss her don't you?" Minnow tried changing the subject.
"Screw you Minnow. You might be happy eating this shit and chatting to these white coats but I'm not." Han's voice had raised.
"Shut up and sit still," Minnow said, sternly. "Brute force might work in a castle or a third age city but this is an advanced civilization capable of cloning human beings! You can't just break out, grab a gun and fight your way somewhere. For a start we don't have a way out of this Time and haven't got a clue what lies beyond this city. So just sit there and take it."
Han had had enough and threw his plate at a wall. "No! I'm not being tested again. I want my sword, NOW!" he shouted at doctors.
As the doctors backed away, the guards stepped closer. "Calm down Mr Han. There's no need for violence."
Ignoring them, Han headbutted one in the face and grabbed a truncheon. The weapon was slim, black and charged with energy, humming as he swung it. As a fight ensued, one of the doctors slammed an alarm button on a wall.
"PRISONER ALERT, MESS HALL. SECURITY RED PRIORITY. ALL PERSONEL. SECURITY RED PRIORITY."
Han flipped another guard over the table, spilling Minnow's potato chips, before giving the fellow three thwacks to the stomach with the power truncheon. Then facing off against the remaining three guards, Han twirled his new weapon like an expert. "Come on then. You want to test me again? I am not a lab rat! I am a human being. I am a free man! I am not a bloody test subject, deviant, mutant, fucking evolutionary mishap. If you want to stick me with something you'll have a Champion of Chaos to deal with!"
Whereupon Lante's crystal eye shone brightly and Han passed peacefully out.

A day later the pressure for InterWorld to make another, more detailed statement had grown to staggering proportions, forcing them to capitulate to public demand. This second statement had blown things wide open, exposing almost everything about them, minus a few points like his immunity to injury and Han's indestructible sword.

The trial itself was transmitted Worldwide, with over 6 million clones watching from the 93 Sanctuary Stations scattered across Eternium's four continental masses. Stories of the two mysterious visitors from another Time took Eternium by storm with opinions divided as to their fate.

"They're going to kill us you bloody idiot. They're blaming us for the last 3000 years of their history. They're blaming us for their wars, for the whole Inter Realm disaster thing. Hell, they're blaming us for everything that has ever gone wrong in history!"
Minnow had to agree with Han's outburst. It did seem as if they were in a bit of a pickle. If only he knew where Victor, Valris and Kit had gotten to.
"They won't kill us." Minnow thought his own words sounded a little hollow. "We're too famous to kill."
"Yeah, we're the most famous war criminal's that history never knew about. God's alive Minnow, because we detonated that bomb, the whole of history is unwraveling."
"That's just a theory. They've got lots of theories and that's just one of them. These people are advanced but they're pretty piss poor at Temporal mechanics."
"And I suppose you're an expert - the stupid pratt that stopped the bomb dropping in the first place!"
"Hey, if I hadn't had stopped it, it would have traveled straight down to Eternium's core. The explosion would have caused worldwide earthquakes and volcanic eruptions. We would have died."
"Well at least we wouldn't have Time fucked the whole planet!" Han screamed back, pounding on the wall.
"Screw you, you stupid half-witted, half balanced, half Champion!" Minnow retaliated.
Which is exactly how a few more days had passed.

It was now the thirteenth day of the trial and Minnow was getting more than a little caught up in the excitement. He had saved World's before but couldn't remember any details of where or how. The media attention was beginning to influence his judgement and he found himself playing more to the crowd, than listening to common sense.
The trial room was simply immense, with the capacity to hold two thousand citizens of Sanctuary. Whenever he and Han were brought in, the crowd would stand and shout. Some would be angry and others just curious but as the days went on, more and more became eager to hear about his adventures.
"Mr Minnow, do you seriously expect us to believe in the existence of these, what did you call them, Chaos Lords and Law Lords? That these infantile beings play with whole Worlds as part of some cosmic blunder? You are making a mockery of this court!" the prosecutor slammed.
"I'm telling the truth. Your truth machine says so and your Digi-thingy's showing you the pictures."
"Somehow Mr Minnow, the possibility of you fooling our machines, our scientists and all of their tests seems more plausible than being part of some Universal playground!"
"Multiversal - I've already told you about Multi-dimensional planes. Were you listening to me or the little microphone stuffed your ass?"
A lot of the crowd laughed at that and Minnow scratched one up on his mental chalkboard.

By the twentieth day of the trial, Minnow overheard two of his guards talking.
"Did you catch that new show on the Digi-screen last night?"
"Yes. It's amazing what they can do these days. They've taken the trial's images and digitized them into something great. I heard it got record reviews."
"They're going to turn it into a full series, "The Champion Chronicles."
"Hey." Minnow gestured through his glass door for them come closer.
"What?" the first guard asked. Minnow had tried keeping up with their names but security kept rotating them on a daily basis.
"What show?"
"You're really famous now. The Trinity Network has turned your memories into Digi-fiction."
"Cool."

56th Day of Teresias.
Minnow opened his eyes to see three shapes standing over him. He hadn't heard his cell door open and it didn't seem like morning as the hall lights were still dimmed. "What is it now?" He squinted trying to make his visitors out but two of them were shrouded in black and the third, female by shape was masked.
"You guys don't look like cleaners."
"We are here to liberate you from confinement." The female spoke softly, her voice slightly tinny behind the smooth, skin-tight metal mask.
Minnow sat up. "Did Victor send you? The bastard. I don't want to go. I've nearly won this trial. Just give me a couple more weeks."
"You don't have a choice," the female said more fiercely. "You have to come. If you don't come now, you'll never be free. The Council will keep you imprisoned and never let you go."
"My fans won't let them."
"I don't have time for a debate." The female gestured and one of the black clad shapes removed a glove. Minnow could just make out a skinless hand glistening wetly in the shadows, all veins and exposed muscle.
"Fuck. What's that?"
Then before he could manoeuvre, the shape grappled with him and laid its bare hand upon the skin on his arm. Where it touched, he felt an instant tingling, but managed to kick the creature over and put the bed between them.
"What's going on?" Han hissed from next door.
"Something wierd," Minnow muttered in reply. "Lady, you've got some explaining to do because I'm this far from calling for the guards. Keep your two zombies away from me, ok."
The female nodded. "We are in great danger. We must go now. If you want to see your friend Kit, do exactly as I say."
"Kit? Why didn't you say so." Minnow began pulling on his boots.
"Leave them off. Put this on and don't talk."
Minnow was handed a shimmering length of cloth. As he unwraveled it, it seemed to be a body suit of some sort with a zip up the front.
Silently he put it on and pulled up the hood, feeling a little foolish. The female then handed him a metal mask, very similar to the one she was wearing and gestured for him to put it on. It stuck to his skin and seemed to remould itself to his features like jelly before setting again.
She then walked through his open cell door and across to Han's. Minnow knew enough about locks and security systems to know both cell's were genetically coded; only certified InterWorld personel could open and close them - their genetic "imprint" being held on a highly advanced computer system.
Despite all this, the strange female had no problem unlocking Han's door. Minnow then had a good look at his friend. Imprisonment had not sat well with Han. He looked bleary eyed, unshaven and rough as hell.
The woman had Han's undivided attention.
"Where's Kit?" he demanded.
"Be quiet. Put this Mirage suit on and I shall take you to her."

Minnow expected guards to leap out from every corner and alarms to start ringing any second. But somehow they managed to get to the end of the corridor without a hitch. It was then he noticed the woman's two, black clad companions. One had remained in his cell and the other in Han's. Their black wraps were dissolving to reveal flesh underneath - pink, pristine skin, unlike the raw muscle he had glimpsed a minute before. It might have been his imagination but it seemed like one had actually shrunk and the other grown.

"We have a four minute window in the security system. Run behind me," the female ordered.
Minnow shrugged at Han (unrecognisable under a similar shiny body suit and mask) and set off after their rescuer.

Inter World's Causality Division
The escape from the lab had been five days ago. That's how long Han and Minnow had been stuck, hidden in a freighter, bound for some obscure island in the Solancian Sea. During that time Minnow had learned a little about their saviour and the mysterious woman who now quietly trimming her nails opposite him.
They had been liberated by the D'Morians and if Minnow believed all the media hype about these terrorists, that meant they were in trouble. The woman was called Karsha Sarroe, a spy by profession and ever since escaping from the laboratories, she had remained annoyingly silent.

As it turned out, one of the crew filled Minnow in on the true nature of the D'Morians. They were terrorists but one man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter. Since devloping cloning technology and digitizers, Inter World had become the main power in the Realms. However dozens of smaller races and creeds had suffered because of these technological advancements. The D'Morian's were a group of religious people who firmly believed in the right to naturally conceive and reproduce. Believing that Inter World would eventually pass strict laws over such things in order to purify society, they had taken the bull by the horns and begun blowing up various Colonial stations and trade routes.

"They're religious fanatics with an arsenal of deadly weapons. Now they have you," Han muttered, deadpan. "The idiot who blew up Time."
Whereupon Minnow decided to leave Han to stew in his own juice.

Eventually it came time to disembark and shielding their eyes from the glaring sun, Minnow and Han stepped down the boat's gangway onto a white sandy beach where a portly man with silver streaked hair and a bouncing black pony tail was rushing to meet them, wearing the uniform of a high ranking military officer.
"Welcome, welcome, welcome friends. Mr Han, Mr Minnow, you don't know what a pleasure it is to welcome you here to my humble island. My name is Savrof Kraigerhagen, head of Inter World's Causality Division."
Karsha stepped down behind them. "Money Savrof. We've been chased the whole way and  I've already lost nine operatives to "Spiders" so these two had better be worth every drop."
"You'll get your pay my dear. It's on its way now, see."
Sure enough, two men were carrying a large case between them. They arrived and placed it on the floor in front of  Karsha.
"I do apologise for this," Savrof winced at Minnow. "I had to use the D'Morian's because my own government had you wrapped up in too much red tape."
Karsha opened the case and did a quick inspection with a scanning device. Minnow could see a dozen frozen vials inside - one was labeled "Embryo 9864-ASR. ROY." The D'Morian spy snapped the case shut and ran with it back into the freighter. "So long Savrof. I estimate you have about six hours before they tear this island apart looking for those two."
"Yes, yes, bye, bye." Savrof gave a little wave. "Again, I do apologise. You've both been so hard to obtain. I wanted to bring you here a week ago but things conspired against me."
"Where's Kit?" Han asked.
"Ah yes, she's here. I'll be taking you to see her soon enough. Just let me conclude this business." He reached into his jacket and produced a small hand-held device with a single button. "Bye bye Karsha." Then as Han and Minnow watched, the freighter, already skimming half a mile out to sea, suddenly exploded into a blue fireball.
"You killed them." Han was shocked.
"Oh course. They were D'Morians. They would have given my position away. Now come, we don't have much time, ha ha, time." He giggled to himself. "Yes, yes, Time. Not enough to go around. Follow me."
As Minnow and Han watched him begin rushing towards a distant, glass building, they both turned to look at the sinking freighter.
"Don't say it," Han growled.
"What? What? I wasn't going to say a thing."
"You were. Don't."
"Me?"

On the way to the glass house

Dancing at gunpoint
The Shipyard
"Now gentleman, prepare to be awed." Savrof beamed like a father about to reveal his newborn child to the World. With the flick of switch, Savrof caused both Minnow and Han to involuntarily step back as what had seemed like a metal wall began to slide upwards.
Over six feet thick, the blast plating slowly grated its way into the roof adding a hint of  dramatic tension to Savrof's display. When it finally disappeared altogether, it did so with a resounding clunk of finality.
Minnow and Han both peered closer, trying to see something in the dark space beyond.
Savrof flicked another switch. "I have called her the  Ever Eon - first of the  Eoniship class."
Suddenly lights flooded the darkness revealing an immense hanger bay and at its centre, an impressive silver craft with the sort of curves Minnow could only describe as "delicious."
It was 700 feet from prow to stern and the most beautiful technological thing either of them had seen (or could remember seeing in Minnow's case).
"Whoah," Minnow drooled. "How fast does that go?"
"If my calculations and simulations are correct - it won't have to go fast. It's Time Drive will enable it to arrive instantly at any point in Time." Savrof gestured for them both to descend some stairs and get a closer look. Minnow leapt at the chance, rushing ahead like a child.
"You're saying this beauty can travel in Time? What makes you think it can do that?"
"Why you do Mr Minnow. I believe on the ninth day of your trial you described an octagonal anomaly of alien origin - a Skarrion stone I believe you called it. Well as it would happen, this object has been my life's work. When I heard your account of its powers, I immediately knew you to be sincere."
"You've got the Skarrion stone?" Han laid a hand on Savrof's arm.
"Yes Mr Han. I have had it for many years. And before me, my father and before him, his father. It is around the stone - or "Temporal Anomaly" as I prefer to refer to it, that I have constructed the first ever Time Drive."
"Don't mess around with it!" Han said, suddenly paniced. "It's unstable. You don't understand. It's the thing that's caused all this Time crap. If you experiment with it, you'll just make everything a whole lot worse."
Minnow pried Han off of the Doctor's arm. "Please forgive him Doc, he's a little upset. Maybe we could see our friend now."
"Yes, yes of course," Savrof smiled again, like a cheshire cat. "Just come on board. She's waiting for you there."
Minnow held Han back, letting Savrof go slightly ahead before whispering in his friend's ear. "Take it easy. We'll get Kit, grab the stone, then you figure out how to use it."
"This isn't right Minnow. This Savrof's a lunatic. You can't build something to manipulate Time. Haven't we learned that from the Custodians?"
"Let's get Kit first. We can deal with Doctor later."

Minnow and Han followed Savrof up the Evereon's forward ramp and into the lower deck's cargo bay. All around them they could see stacks of identical, 4x4' black crates. "Impressive size Savrof. Are all these storage crates full of supplies?"
"No, no," Savrof's smile split even wider. "They're all empty."
Minnow found that puzzling but decided not to press the issue. Instead they followed the doctor towards a lift shaft. Stepping onto its platform, they were soon whisked upwards towards the ship's bridge.
"How many decks?" Minnow enquired.
"Only four. I designed her for efficiency rather than space and comfort."
As they arrived at their destination, Minnow observed the light's switching on around them and dimming behind. He also sensed something watching him - a more intense feeling than that caused by a mere computer. Running his finger's along the metal, he sensed something akin to a living aura, permeating the metal. "Nice ship."
Savrof was pushing on ahead, leading them both up a sloped corridor. The room they entered had a low ceiling and dozens of dimly flickering display screens. Minnow noted that the five high backed seats anchored to tracks on the floor were sturdy and built for a rough ride.
Savrof ducked under a dip in the roof and headed over to the forward screen - a giant curved window to the hanger bay outside. "This is the bridge," he beamed proudly. "The sum total of seventeen years of research."
"Where's Kit?"
Minnow didn't like Savrof's look.
"Why she's here, Mr Han."
Suddenly the air shimmered just left of Savrof and Kit materialised, coalescing from a rainbow of light. She was dressed in a plain T-shift and hipster pants. Her smile banished all of Han's doubts.
But as he stepped closer she held up a hand to stop him. "Hi Han, Minnow."
"It's good to see you," Han said.
"It's good to see you too."
"How long you been here?" Minnow asked, a little suspicious as Savrof was still smiling like a devil.
"Quite a while. I arrived here the same time as you, but, well, it's a little complex."
"Try us," Minnow pressed.
Kit shifted uncomfortably, placing her thumbs in the front pockets of her trousers. "I remember being really sick. I think Valris was looking after me while Victor went somewhere to get something. A long time passed and I think I... died."
"Died!" Han face drained of color. "What do you mean died?"
"I mean died. My body must've given out on me because I remember floating above it. I remember thinking, "Look at me, lying there."" Kit laughed, making slight of the situation. "The next thing I remember is floating in front of Savrof." She looked at Minnow. "Do you remember the Blue ring - the one from the Circle?"
"Yeah," Minnow could. But he had "lost" that ring after coming to this Time.
Savrof cut in. "Your objects were confiscated after your capture. When news of your peculiarites reached me I sequestered them from InterWorld and began a thorough examination. The ring was among them. After performing a few routine tests I discovered the "Anomaly" to have a complex field of energy. It was a simple matter to tap and extrapolate that energy field. That is how I first met Kit."
"Hold on a damn minute," Han held up his hands. "You're dead?"
"No Han, I was dead. Now I'm alive."
"Alive. But where's your body?"
"Why just arriving Mr Han, just arriving," Savrof gestured, back down the entrance corridor.
As Han turned he saw Kit, wearing a jumpsuit walking onto the Bridge. Then to his horror, he saw another Kit following on behind.
"Interesting," Minnow commented.
Both Kit's stopped and smiled.
"Clones I presume," Minnow turned to Savrof.
"Absolutely. I scanned your objects and clothes for evidence to corroborate your claims. That's when I came across Kit's DNA."
"What the hell's going on?" Han demanded, grabbing Savrof by the coller and hauling him into a chair. "What do you mean, cloned?"
Both Kit's stepped forward. "Han, I know I'm a copy of the original but inside I'm still me."
"I hate this damn Timeline!" Han exploded. "It's more twisted than a Chaos pipe."
"Can you both use your psychic powers?" Minnow asked, fascinated by the possibilities and trying to distract Han from committing murder.
Savrof answered, smoothing his shirt after Han's crazed lunge. "I couldn't duplicate the intricacies of Kit's higher mental functions. Her original energy field remains a mystery to science."
"How many Kit's are there?"
"I created a dozen, each one linked to the Evereon's consciousness via the latest Cerebral stemplants."

Entering the Slipstream
Savrof dies during the Time jump - unable to survive the Temporal forces.

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