Moreta rolled her eyes.  She knew that she wasn't to reveal herself to the human.  She had heard stories of the renegade, calling himself the Doctor, who routinely revealed his identity, but she was a loyal daughter of Gallifrey.  Still, she wished to tell his woman of her stories, of the moon she had seen and the planets she had lived on.  She almost felt herself wishing to show her, though it were forbidden.  She herself could be branded a renegade if she gave into her desires.  She wondered how this Doctor felt, but off from his own people, even as they headed toward an inevitable war with the Daleks.<br/><br/>Rather than make up a story, she grinned knowingly at the other woman.  "Too true."  She laid down some extra human money on the table, seeing that the establishment was just about closed.  "Well, it was lovely talking with you dear, but I must be off."  She smiled at the woman again and then headed toward the exit.  She realized she felt a bit of an attraction to this human, which was a dangerous thing indeed.  One of the prime rules of time travel, besides not revealing one's self as a time lord, was not to establish relationships with the locals.<br/><br/>She exited onto the street and headed to where she had parked her Tardis.  The visit had been lovely, and her first, but it was time to be headed back home, to check in.  Her handler would want to know of her trip and there would be logs to write.  Official time travel was ever so cumbersome.  She was worried with the war looming that soon all time travel would become restricted, so she was making as many trips as she could, whilst it was still possible.<br/><br/>The park was still pretty, as the sun went down, casting shadows amongst the trees and benches.  She smiled at a statue, frozen in time, and covered with small avians.  It was of a soldier, standing at attention, a tribute to those lost in war she supposed, or to some particular soldier.  The humans were so into honoring their war dead, but she wished that they were as into peace.<br/><br/>She walked past the statue and ran her hand down a tree, causing it to open.  A bright light spilled out.  She glanced around one, to be sure she had not been observed, and then ducked into her Tardis.<br/><br/><br/>------------------------<br/><br/>The men and women stood in lines, staring out into nothing.  Each wore a name tag, embossed with a tiny octagon.  Each looked different, from their clothing to their hair styles, but each wore the same blank expression.