Alana had been enjoying herself. All that good food, the pleasant music, and interesting company had been an excellent distraction from the current source of her irritation. More and more things weren't adding up. From the brief conversations she had participated and heard,  everyone was from all over the spectrum. There didn't seem to be any commonalities among them all. Coupled with desperate Goodeman was to pay 50 'Random' strangers 10 million dollars each plus food just to listen to what she guess was a recruitment for some unknown endeavor. The more she thought about it, the more it bothered her. It felt like she had walked into a scifi plot, that all the people here were aliens or some such variation on the theme and Goodeman was trying to bring them together. She should have laughed at the idea, but something was telling her that something wasn't right.<br/><br/>and then the world went to hell.<br/><br/>It started with flashes of light going off all over the room. At first, she thought cameras were taking pictures, but no cameras were there to be seen. She began to mull it over, when she started itching, like there was something wrong with her skin. Alana scratched herself absentmindedly, as she began to feel as if someone or something was calling her. Before she could ponder it further, something flashed in her eyes and disappeared. It was almost like HUD. Then there was a dull hum in the background, like a machine that had just stared to run. All of the sudden she heard some one scream, people were stumbling, as if they suddenly lost coordination. She tried wrapping her head around it. However, she was interrupted by flashes of memory. Detroit; Mechanisburg; Bellwood; The Scrapyard; Providence HQ and many more flashed by. Faces and names, twice familiar, passed next. Friends, Family, Allies, Enemies; All of it came at her as if fired from a machine gun. It was too much, she needed time to process it all. However, this was not to be. Just when she was about to recover, the final 5 rounds were fired. Five faces looked into reflective surfaces, and with them came five names.<br/><br/>Ship, Rex Salazar, Gally, Sari Sumdac and Agatha Heterodyne.<br/><br/>These were the beings who she was before being Alana? These were her Souls, as Goodeman had called them? She slumped back on her chair. The implications of this were staggering. The fact that she and everyone else in this room could very well be evidence of the multiverse's existence boggled her.<br/><br/>"Hello! Shouldn't you be paying attention to what Goodeman's saying?", said the Sari portion of herself.