"I don't suspect you'll have too much trouble with that. I did raise you well, didn't I?" She gives a light laugh. "Remember? Not very much. I was at home, and there was a sudden pounding at the door, as I was going to answer it, the door suddenly burst open, and these horrible things charged in, and then... everything<em>stopped</em>, and I could feel these arms around me, and then I saw myself, standing there. I knew I was dead, at that point, but then I saw I was being held by a construct! A construct, of all things! And then we teleported away, and... and I don't remember anything, until just about an hour ago, when I woke up in a cold, white room, and this other construct, a different one, started talking to me, telling me this story that seemed so ridiculous. I'd been gone for more than three hundred years, and my nearest living relative was my son, and that I could go to him, and of course I said yes. He told me some things about you, but, honestly, I was so overwhelmed, I wasn't even listening, and the next thing I know, I'm standing on that small step, in the Astral, and they tell em to knock on the door, and, well, here we are."