Paraplex: Archival

The third punch knocked the heavy metal door off its hinges. After the clanging, silence. Some oddly coloured vapours drifted from the dimly lit room. Strange smelling too but since the Upgrade toxins didn't seem to affect her anymore.

She was here to try and understand how and why the Upgrade had happened. She was here to try and learn what was happening to Max, if he was having another breakdown or if everyone else was or both.

A man named Marshal had texted her this location. She thought she recognized the name but couldn't be sure. Couldn't be sure if her memories of being a secret operative throughout history were real or just TV shows she had watched once. Had she always been like this or was this something Max had done to her?

Stepping into the chamber. 

Six suspension-tanks. Not unlike the ones she and Max had climbed out of in the Atlantis base one of the first times they had met. I think I was blonde then. She couldn't make out the figures floating inside them but each one had a digital screen.

Riveta - Status Unknown

Stone - Version Indigo

Scorpio - Version Elephant Tiger

Mayganne - Version Sting Ray

Donnelly - Signal Lost

Susanna - Signal Corrupted

That made her feel sad. She had vague, dream-like memories of a woman with that name who took care of her at a time she was lost and alone and hurting.

Beyond the tanks and the clusters of wires and tubing that fed into them were four doors. Each had a label.

PROJECT ELLIPSES

PROJECT HORIZON

PROJECT BEAST

SUBJECT A-443-C 

Maggie suddenly felt afraid.

Suki's Day

She always felt at home on a subway train for some odd reason. It was a feeling of comfort, of knowing she was safe, even though she was surrounded by complete strangers. She was playing with the folds of her summer dress, not paying attention to her surroundings.

She was on her way to her daughter's school, The Holy Cross Elementary School, where Principal Donnelly had called her in about Hira, who had been acting out in the school yard. Apparently she had broken a boy's nose and this meant serious business. Probably a suspension and a fine to pay.

The subway car was slowing down as it approached her stop, so she got up and made her way through the throng of people to the door. She stepped on the platform and made her way to the exit. She stopped at a vending machine and decided to get a drink. She figured she needed something to quench her thirst and maybe calm her nerves down some.

She didn't like speaking with Donnelly since he reminded her of the principal she had when she was her daughter's age many, many moons ago. She grabbed a diet cola and made her way up the steps to face the music. Apparently, her daughter didn't fall too far from the tree.

And that made her smile.

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It's a trap. 

Simon looked around. The voice in his head went off, sounding like a freight train. He had a sense of vertigo, a strange feeling of deja vu. His vision was askew.

"They're moving," Donnelly said. "I think they are onto us."

"Element of surprise is over," Scorpio said.

Don't do it. 

Simon's head was on fire, like a phosphorus flare burning white. Like the sound of dice rolling across the table, echoing in his mind.

Scorpio brought out his gun and stood at the door to the adjoining car.

Make a saving roll.

Underground Dramatis Personae

STONE - detective turned conspiracy theorist

RIVETA - detective turned metaphysical investigator

DONNELLY - ex-principal or maybe a priest

SCORPIO - geek turned double-agent

SIMON - mystery man

AKIMOTO - temporally-displaced norse samurai

TATTERDEMALION - strange girl from another planet

AQUA - teenage tiger-fist

FRANK - reformed LEGACY hitman

GONER - ex-mercenary

ANGST - cheerleader avec uzis 

Open File

The clatter of the tracks suddenly got louder as the car entered a tunnel. Riveta grabbed a railing and stood up.

"Where's Mayganne?" she asked, her voice panicked.

Stone glanced around, blinking. "Ok... calm down..." he said softly, maybe to his former-partner, maybe to himself.

Riveta had the truth of it, though: Mayganne wasn't with them. Scorpio's cell-phone was ringing.

Donnelly turned to them, looking disoriented. "There's some people... in the next car... strange..."

Riveta turned, checking for her pistol under her jacket, relieved at the feel of the steel. Looked past the Father, through the window in the door at the end of the car.

A girl in a tattered sweater talking to a huge man, his blond hair tied in a top-knot. A cheerleader and another teenage girl in a cowboy hat. Two other men.

Simon put a hand out to steady Riveta. "It's okay," he said. He looked exhausted. "We'll be okay."

Scorpio snapped his cell-phone shut, ending his quick call with Greg Logollos. From LEGACY.

"That was the Professor," Scorpio said. "We're supposed to kill the people in the next car."

To Be Continued

The Professor addressed the latest team. The newest Dragons. It wasn't the first time the roster had been replaced, or recombined. He had worked with so many of them throughout the strange non-years of the Metaplex, the liquid time of plureality. All of the lost and the found, the warriors, the outcasts, knights and assassins, witches and spies. The different teams gathered and sent on their missions, and always The Professor there to guide them, to never really be a part of them. Except the times that he had been, or the times he was never there at all - though most of those he couldn't remember... 

Dexter, Wraith, Darius, Callan. Frank, Goner, Angst, Suki, Aqua. Akimoto, Tatterdemallion. Cromwell, Bern, Caden. Siltailus, Falador, Rickson, Cloak, Nurendemyr. The Kat, Misfit, Silver. Odin, Merlin, Kele-De. Mick. Marshal, Michelle, Nick and Jonas. Nick, Pat and Charlotte. Soma and Heresy. All the Travelers, the Blueberry Hill Gang, the Shelter Team. Bishop, Twofeathers, Trump. Pretty George. Maggie Magenta.

And now, Stone and Riveta, Donnelly and Mayganne, Scorpio. He had explained to them as much as he could, what he was allowed to, what he was able to. And what the plan was. Desperate and uncertain, but the only way the Professor could think to turn this situation around. It wasn't safe to contact Simon Light in any local versions - the Professor had had to quarantine him. But maybe if they went far enough around... Find him, some version of him, somewhere else...

There was no telling if any of them would make it, or who they would be. If they would remember or understand anything. If they would find him and reach him. If that would be enough of a convergence to change things. If this would save things or end them.

The Professor had briefed them. He had taught them all the mantras and visualizations that he knew for transferals. Had exposed them to specifically modulated energy fields. Had read them modernist poetry, shown them certain movies. Tried anything he could think of to help them.

And now he was going to send them into another world and hope that they would somehow return...

23rd Century Party People

Today's meeting was in a conference room in a downtown hotel. The Professor had a laptop set-up at the head of the table. Beside it there was another one of his strange devices - wires and winking lights and whirring parts. No one had asked the rumpled old man what these objects were for; there had been too many bizarre answers to other simple questions already. 

"Why isn't Susannah here?" Donnelly asked.

"It turns out that she's not a part of this. Not exactly." Things had continued to cohere, to synchronize, since everyone had been gathered. Or reunited. Some memories had become clear, while others were still cloudy, and others still pitch black. At each meeting the Professor had new files that he had compiled from whatever mysterious sources he had. A picture had started to emerge, but it was one of wavering lines and shifting colours and impossible angles, like a Cubist painting.

"Where is she then?" Riveta asked.

"I don't have the ability to remove her from this thread; it's not part of what I do. But I have made arrangements for her to be kept safe."

Scorpio studied the newest folder intently. LEGACY was mentioned a few more times in some documents, but there was still no record of him being in contact with Greg Logollos. Each night Scorpio thought about trying to contact Greg. He hadn't yet.

Stone resisted the urge to question the Professor, to ask what guarantees he could provide that Susannah was safe. He knew that there were none. From all the sci-fi technology, mutant attack dogs, and psychedelic metaphyiscs it was obvious to Stone that there weren't any certainties anymore. His training as a detective told him to keep asking, to keep digging, keep trying to solve the mystery of it all. His training as a soldier told him to keep quiet and follow orders.

Riveta seemed to be dealing with it all fairly well. Maybe because she had been in contact with the Professor the longest. It was almost as if she had somehow learned something from undergoing all this weirdness. Stone was so glad to have her back. He knew that they could get through anything together.

"So what's next then?" Mayganne asked.

Donnelly looked at the teenager he knew from his school. She had always been a quiet girl, shy, a little gloomy. Now she came to the meetings smiling and eager. School had never seemed a good fit for Mayganne, but this - whatever it was - had opened something up inside her. Donnelly knew that he still had to have a stern talk with her about breaking into that bank, but for now he was using her enthusiasm as a way to stay grounded amidst the chaos. He had wondered a lot lately about starting to pray again...

"Well," the Professor said, tapping some keys on the laptop and glancing at the device. "What's next is that we're going to try and change the world. Or one of them anyway."

Same Time Same Page

The Professor circled the table, handing out the file folders. 

"Hopefully some of the materials in these will start to generate trans-version connections," he said. "And you will all start to remember what happened." 

Riveta began scanning the contents of her folder right away. Police reports from some recent investigations she didn't remember undertaking. Photos of a diner that looked familiar. A picture of a man who she didn't recognize, but who had the saddest looking eyes she had ever seen. 

Stone sat beside her; he hadn't been more than a few feet from her since the night on the street, when he had found her again. When the impossible had started to happen. Except the impossible had started to happen some time ago, he was realizing now, as memories of certain crime scenes started to return.  

"Who is this man?" Donnelly asked. He held up his own copy of the photo Riveta was looking at.  

Mayganne studied her copy. "He looks familiar, sorta..."

The Professor had taken a seat at the head of the table. "His name is Simon Light. He is very important. Hopefully, you will be meeting him - again - very soon."
 
Scorpio tried to keep his breathing steady, trying one of the meditation techniques he was slowly starting to remember. Among the copies of police reports and photographs inside his folder, there were memos and press releases from the LEGACY Corporation. Many were signed by Greg Logollos. He glanced at the Professor... Did he know that Greg had been in contact with Scorpio? Recently? Or did they know each other already from before? It made Scorpio feel nervous, trapped. He wasn't sure who or what to trust.
 
Susanna stopped at a picture of an older woman holding a young girl on her lap. The older woman was holding a tattered pom-pom. The little girl was smiling.
 
The Professor spoke up. "Shortly I will be asking each of you to begin making notes on what the files mean to you, what you recognize, how they make you feel. My own picture of what happened is far from complete."
 
Stone looked at Riveta and smiled. He didn't care how weird all this was. She was alive.
 
"What we need to focus on right away," the Professor continued, "is the very grave threat facing each of you, and some other people who you may or may not know. Indeed, the very Metaplex itself is in danger."
 
"The meta-huh?" Mayganne asked.
 
"A threat from what?" Donnelly cut in.
 
The Professor adjusted his glasses.
 
"A man named Morganfokker."

The Great Convergence

Milton stood in the line outside the theatre. He didn't usually go to see plays, but after his meeting with Greg today he felt that things were changing in his life. That he was going to get a chance to become the man he always wanted to be. And he had always imagined himself reading literature and seeing plays. So he had a plastic bag from Good Tomes with copies of Shakespeare and Faulkner inside, and he was waiting to buy his ticket to a local company's production of an original work called Constellations. It seemed fitting somehow. Scorpio was becoming real.

Across the street Susanna checked her watch again. Riveta scanned the traffic walking and driving past.
 
"He was always really prompt at school," Susanna said.
 
"Relax," Riveta said, but there was edge to her voice.
 
As Mayganne rounded the corner she chuckled as she realized that all those uptight and closed-minded groups intent on policing society's morality were right. Playing videogames had led her to a life of crime. Immersing herself in the sci-fantastic world of Citadel she had started believing herself to be a version of the young rogue-adventurer Maus. She knew it wasn't real exactly, she wasn't delusional... But she had started to feel that if she started to think and act and behave like Maus, then in some sort of strange, maybe magical way, she would become her. And that's when the shoplifting started. And when she started picking fights with the bullies at school. Some bloodied lips and pockets full of useless crap later, she felt it taking hold. And so tonight it had been a full-scale break-in. Complete with black clothes and some tools in a satchel.
 
Susanna wrapped her arms about herself. She was shivering. Maybe since the attack last night at the store. She hadn't been home since. Hadn't called her family or friends or even work to explain why she had run off and left the store a disaster. How could she? 

"You'll explain everything when he gets here, right?" she asked the woman who had saved her and damned her at the same time.
 
Riveta glanced at her cell phone. "I'm hoping someone will..."
 
The line started to move. Milton took a deep breath of the mild spring air. He imagined himself as the man that he was sure he was going to become, working with Greg Logollos. Imagined being here at the theatre not to simply watch a play, but to meet with an important contact. Imagined being able to read the intentions of those in line by their postures and body language. Scanning the people passing by for movements that hinted at martial arts training or concealed weapons. That girl over there, in the black clothes, half-running, looking nervous, surely she was up to something dangerous, he imagined.

Mayganne had broken the window, the alarm sounding immediately, had smashed some furniture, the whole time being filmed by the security cameras. It was the type of brash and risky strike that Maus would make against an enemy stronghold. The bank was a kind of enemy, she figured. So she was like Maus, but at the same time she knew that she wasn't. She knew that Maus would escape in the Nexus Wave with her sister Kitty and the noble Serisia, with Vlad the celestial barbarian and the mysterious warrior Chem Finder - who she had a crush on. While Mayganne would no doubt be caught by the police. Which is really what she wanted. 

She had stood there, shouting at the cameras, "Make me Maus or make me Mayganne!" Because if she couldn't really be Maus, if this world wouldn't allow it, then she was done with this world. They could lock her away.
 
"No way," Detective Musharef said as he drove through the intersection. "Tell me, is that not the suspect they just put the bulletin out on?" He pointed up the block.
 
Stone peered ahead. His eyesight was sometimes tricky in the evening, with the city lights kalidescoping around him. "Could be..."
 
"Susanna!" Mr. Donnelly called from the opposite side of the street. He glanced right and left and braved the traffic.
 
Riveta slid a hand to the pistol under her jacket; she wasn't sure what to expect from this meeting.
 
Susanna hugged her former principal tightly, so relieved to see a familiar face. "What's the matter?" he asked her. "You sounded nervous on the message..."
 
"I'm pulling over," Musharef said. "That's definitely her. Look how freaked out she is. What did they say she answered to?"
 
"Mayganne?" Donnelly exclaimed as he saw his student jogging past them. She slowed and looked surprised to see him.
 
Milton saw the suspicious girl stopping by the man and two women. He imagined that the one woman's hand was tucked inside her jacket to be ready to draw a gun.
 
Musharef slid out of the car, assessing the group that the suspect had stopped by. Stone eased himself out of the passenger seat.
 
Donnelly looked confused. "What's going on? Who are you?" he asked the serious-looking woman standing beside his former teacher.
 
Stone's eyes widened. He felt like his heart stopped. "Riveta?"
 
Then Riveta's cell phone rang. And Donnelly's cell phone rang. And Mayganne's rang. And Stone's. And Scorpio's cell phone rang.

Trouble with CCGs

Something about the sun was wrong. He just didn't know what it was but there was something there, itching at the back of his mind that there was something amiss. He didn't have a clue what it was yet, but he hoped to find out soon enough. He closed the curtain to his office and then sat down at his desk, about to go through some of the official school business.

"Mr. Donnelly," his secretary chimed in. "Your ten o'clock is here."

"The Petersons?" he inquired.  It was a good day to start off a morning by explaining to some parents why their son was being  suspended for three weeks.

"Yes sir."

"Just give me two minutes to finish up in here and send them in." Donnelly began to scan through the reports on his desk and to tidy up. Suddenly a card fell out of some papers. He had confiscated Randy Allens' cards earlier that morning since they were playing a game when he should have been learning. Donnelly picked up the one card and looked at it: Max Cube - Interdimensional Being the back of the card stated. He was trying to remember that name, though he chalked it up to what he had overheard.

His eyes widened in shock as he flipped the card over to see a priest standing there holding a gun in one hand and a bible in the other. 

The face of the priest looked like him.

The caption was Father Fury. Kicking Ass For The Holy Trio.

The Principal of the Matter

Version Sting 

Donnelly turned the corner in the hallway to see Mayganne getting a sip of water from the fountain. 

"Mornin' Mr. Donnelly," she said as she stood up. 

"Hello Mayganne," he replied. "Shouldn't you be in class at this moment?" 

He suddenly felt uncomfortable, remembering a nightmare that he had about the student. It was like a distant memory of sitting around having coffee while the coffeeshop was burning. 

Mayganne nodded her head and moved along down the hall. She too had a strange feeling of deja vu, but yet she couldn't place it. As she walked away she cursed as her cellphone chimed.

REALTIME PICS

At the Diner - Max, Suki, Scorpio, Riveta, Stone

Outside the Diner - Max and Simon

Selfies - Donnelly and Mayganne / Suki

Max and Suki discuss who is driving.

DAY THIRTY 10:55AM

Homecoming

Father Donnelly drove the car down the dirt road, heading toward the chalet. He didn't want to do so, but it was what Suki had suggested. 

The morning sun was warm and inviting and his mind was flooding back to memories of the last month; it all had felt surreal like a dream. More akin to a nightmare.

Since his window was down, he thought he could hear the sound of children playing ahead. But that was impossible, since the fire... 

"How long have I been asleep?" a voice asked in the backseat; it startled the hell out of him.

"Mayganne?" Donnelly hit the brakes and he turned to see her lying in the backseat, covered in a blanket. 

"Yes?" Mayganne said as she sat up. She looked at Donnelly, trying to read his expression.

Donnelly's memories were like a tide, a floodgate of emotion, garble, transmissions of things that happened, or will happen or a dream of happening. "Well, how are you?" 

"I'm fine," Mayganne replied as she scrambled over onto the front seat. "But I sure could use a coffee."

DAY TWENTYNINE 5:24AM

Left Behind

Father Donnelly awoke to the sound of a car pulling away. His first reaction was panic, he sat up and looked around. 

"Mother?" the words slipped over his lips. Of course Mother wouldn't be here, she would be with the others...

Gone. It was strange; he could remember the fire happening years ago... but the ache was as fresh as if it had just happened.

He noticed a sheet of paper on the pillowcase beside him, and reached over and read the message  Suki had written: 

Father,
The hour is at hand where we must follow different paths. You need to go where you are most needed, for where I am going it will go against the grain of everything you have lived for.
Please, I hope you understand this decision. The chalet needs someone there for guidance, and you are their beacon. And when things shift again (and believe me there is going to be one hell of shift) the flock needs a shepherd.
When all is said and done, hopefully we shall meet and have a coffee or maybe a dance or two.
Suki

DAY TWENTYNINE 2:13AM

Polarities

Suki inhaled the cold night air. The sweat chilled on her body. 

Donnelly smiled. "You know that was actually really fun." Scorpio had a tipsy smirk on his face. At least three women had asked for his phone number inside. He patted Donnelly on the shoulder. Donnelly returned the gesture, then looked over to Suki. She was already heading to the parking lot.

"Are you alright to drive?" he asked. He and Scorpio had both had a few drinks. He wasn't sure if Suki had. 

Scorpio checked his watch. "Man, we were in there for hours."

Suki turned back to face the reverend. She looked serious. "Father... Do you remember Mayganne?" 

Donnelly paused. His mind went suddenly quiet. "Of course, young Mayganne..." Suki watched him closely. Something inside the reverend changed, like an eclipse. And he remembered. "Oh god, the poor girl... The fire..." Tears flooded his eyes. "Oh dear Lord, all of them... In the fire..."

He stumbled. Scorpio caught him. Donnelly suddenly looked old and frail. 

"How could I forget?" his voice was high and strained. "Dear God.. Hank and Susanna... Amber, Janice... Jo and Milligan. They're all dead."

Suki moved closer to him. She glanced at Scorpio; he looked sad. "I'm sorry, Father," she said. He was sobbing now. She gently reached up and tilted his face towards hers. "Father... Do you remember Max?" 

Donnelly looked confused. Trying to tread water in a tsunami. "I don't... I'm sorry... Oh God..." And he was crying again.

Suki helped Scorpio lead him to a bench. He slumped down, broken by sorrow; he didn't react when Suki fished the handgun out of his coat pocket. She tucked it in her waistband. 

Scorpio looked at her. His voice quiet. "So it worked."

DAY TWENTYEIGHT 22:38PM

The Ritual

Suki pulled into a crowded parking lot and she knew that she had found the perfect spot, since it was still pretty early and the place was already jumping. 

"What are we doing here?" Father Donnelly asked. He was curious as to the nature of what was going on. "You can't be serious at a time like this?"

"Father, I'm more serious than ever," Suki replied. She reached back and shook Scorpio. "Hey big fellow, it's time to make some magick." 

Scorpio awoke at the slightest touch, guns drawn ready for action. Then a quick second and they were hidden away. His reflexes honed, a panther ready to strike.

Donnelly couldn't believe what was unfolding before him. He had a hard time understanding the nature of this girl, and yet he felt inside that she seemed to be one step ahead of the game. 

The trance beat could be heard in the parking lot, the line of people waiting to get into Maggie Mae's. 

"So what is it that we're doing here?" Donnelly inquired. He got out of the car and glanced around; he seemed out of place. Like a fly in a spider's web. 

"Cast away any doubts, and join the dance," Suki said with a smile. If there was one thing she learned from Max, it was the ritual of the dance.

DAY TWENTYSEVEN 12:00PM

You're A Long Ways From Home...

Suki's chronometer was chiming. She didn't need to glance at it to know. She tapped Donnelly on the shoulder. He had been sleeping on the edge of a table, covered up in a blanket. 

"Father, it's time," she said.

"Are you sure this is the only way?" he asked as he sat up. "My child, do we know what we are about to do?" 

"Yes," she said soberly. "It's the only course of action to their counter-actions."

Scorpio began to gather up the weapons he was working on; there was a pile of them spread out on a green blanket. He had field-stripped and cleaned every one, making sure that they were prepared for battle. 

"You're sure this is the right course of action," Donnelly insisted again. From what Suki had told him of the device he really wanted to make sure that every action was held accountable.

"You contacted the chalet, you heard from them yourself." 

He had called the number and when Susanna had answered he had wanted to know how the kids were, and how everyone was holding up. And she had told him how Hank had tore out of there like a bat out of hell. He had never inquired about the health of Mother, since he didn't know her.

"I'm telling you, Father. This is the only way to make everything right," Suki said. Donnelly trusted her; after all she had that angelic quality about her. 

"But what about finding Max?" he asked.

"We are past that point," she told him. They walked over to the device and Suki punched in MAGENTA OPUS into the keypad. The device clicked and hummed and then disappeared. 

"Let's roll," Scorpio said.

DAY TWENTYSIX 14:05PM

Ticking The Seconds

Suki pulled the car into the campground; it was closed for the season but it didn't matter since Scorpio had taken the bolt-cutters to the main gate. 

Donnelly got out of the passenger side of the car and went around back to the trunk as Suki popped it open. He reached in and took out a big black bag.

Suki stepped out of the car and stood up and took a deep breath and then let it out. 

"Where are we going to set this up?" Donnelly asked.

Suki glanced around and pointed to where the picnic tables were piled up like dominoes. "There." 

"It's all clear," Scorpio said as he approached Suki. He had done a survey of the campground. "You sure this is the place?"

Suki turned and smiled at him, a pleasant warm smile. A smile that told him all he needed to know.

DAY TWENTYFOUR 10:03AM

Countdown To Eternity

Suki rapped on the door once again. This time a little louder, a little more impatiently. Father Donnelly had donned a hooded sweater, looking more like a homeless beggar than the regal priest that he was. 

"You sure he's here?" Scorpio asked. He was constantly scanning the alleyway. He didn't like having too many blind spots. "You trust him."

"With my life on many occasions," Suki replied; she banged on the door again. 

"Keep your pants on," a hoarse voice shouted.

"Yeah, he's here," Suki said with a smile as she heard some movement inside. 

The sound of a keyboard, plus several bolts sliding from their safeties, as a door opened up partial.

"Suki?" a gruff looking man asked. Looked like he was just getting out of bed. "Suki! Sweet Jesus it is you!" 

"Sorry to bother you, Pretty, but I need your magick touch," Suki said. She looked over at the others in her party. "We need your help!"

DAY TWENTYTHREE 17:44PM

The Forgotten

Scorpio was sharpening some knives as he sat at the table, a blade against a whetstone. He could sense that there was going to be a whole world of trouble. 

He was trying to figure something out, but he couldn't. He really didn't know what was going on and why he was doing what he was doing now.

All he knew was that a war was coming. A hard war. A long war. A war to end all wars. 

"So what's the plan?" he asked of Suki, who was sipping a coffee.

"First we find out what happened to Mayganne," she said. 

"Mayganne?" Scorpio said. He knew that he should know that name. He couldn't place her though; it was like waking up from a dream and trying to remember the dream itself.

Suki's face went blank, and Scorpio didn't like that one bit. 

"Nerts," she whispered.

Father Donnelly stepped from the washroom, drying his hands on a towel. "What's going on?" 

Suki turned to the priest and said, "Father, this may seem like a weird question..."

"After what we've been through, weird is just a norm now," he said with a slight chuckle. 

"Do you know a girl named Mayganne?" Suki asked. She stood up from the table and walked towards the window.

"Mayganne?" Donnelly replied. He paused for a few moments trying to recall the name. "I'm not too sure."