"Is that... is that even<em>possible?</em>" she asks, as she follows him into the room.<br/><br/>"Oh, don't worry about that, we solved that problem a few years ago, remember? Or, wait, you haven't met her yet, that's right. No, that, and, this is supposed to happen, you told us all about it before you figured out the trick to make it work, which means it's a temporally stable loop, not an alteration of past events, like you were trying, at first. And of course, it had to be me, thanks to the whole 'causality' thing, and the meta-magic restrictions of the prophecies. That, and, y'know, because you told us this was how it happened. Anyway, I'm here to help swing a fixed point in time towards the right path, because if I fail, then I won't even exist in the first place, and the temporal instability<em>that</em>would cause would have a... what was it, again, Gammon?" "A 96.68501% chance of planar collapse due to collapsing timestreams," the Inevitable says, as he makes his way into the room. "Right! What he said. So, this is to make sure that I actually live to do this in the first place, because if we don't move, and soon--" "Temporal information is to be limited." "Right, right, spoilers and all that." She sighs, then grins and looks at the two of them, all but bouncing on her heels. "Oh! Right, introductions!" She runs forward, gives Ama a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, then a hug around Draiss' neck. "Mom, dad, I'm Hiana. Now, let's go kick that snake-bitch's ass."