On to Alexandria?

Back at Arlington.....

Uhura D'Honaire is softly asking about a long black wall with countless number of names upon it. In her memories from the "real" Uhura, she has no recollection of such a thing in this national graveyard. She is distracted for a momment as she feels...when she gets answered the first time....

Uhura

I blink and shake my head as if to clear it. For a second I felt a tug from somewhere to the south....and is something like that is what we were looking for! That and something about....Alexandria?

Can't discount it, even if it might be a false lead.

Our target could be anywhere on the "East Coast" with how that magical gate works, alas....

One thing at a time, Uhura....

"Uh, could you say that again?" I ask softly, "Something came over me there for a second."

"That wall is dedicated to the fallen of the Vietnam War," Synizn explains, looking over at me.

Even in his magical disguise as an ordinary tourist, I see the odd look he has at my question.

"They don't have one in the timeline that Nyota came from," I explain, remembering that Nyota (the "real" Uhura) had actually visited the analogous version of this cemetary years ago while visiting relatives. She remembered a much smaller....subdued than this. Remembered dimly was a tour guides telling of an earlier attempt at a monument of this kind of wall (a grass roots drive of sorts) that had gone nowhere. Public sentiments hadn't grown strong enough yet for such things, you see. Years later a smaller monument had gone up, but that was in the Star Trek: TOS universe of Nyota's, not this one.

Definitely was a somber reminder of that bygone war, I think to myself, More so than that other by far!

I nod, then turn back to tell the others what I felt after gathering myself a bit.

Next thing I know, one of Inquirer's friends from this area (exact details on how that came about I have yet to find out) meets us and offers us some low level (low attention getting) help. Some folks ("Sneakers"?) from some kind of government agency called the "NSA" will be forming a third group (a support group) for us adventurers. They're not equipped to handle such a thing (a "fairy hunt"), but they can provide us with resources we will be needing (hopefully).

That is how I find myself riding down the highway in a large car. It's a tight fit, but we all managed to squeeze into the vehicle thing. My memories I inherited from Nyota provided me with how to drive such a thing (she learned from using the Enterprise's holodeck....an unexpected thing for the others who tell me that this Star Trek: TNG only came into them a few decades ago). However, we have to worry about just how I'll "zone out" when another feeling comes over me.

That's why we have a demifox (in human disguise) on a booster seat with blocks on the brakes and gas pedals driving this "automatic transmission" thing!

Makes an odd counterpoint to the sounds of tricorders being utilized by the others

Wonder how my life would have gone if I'd chosen that other passage....

....

Pardon, I just felt my baby call to me in curiousity.

I don't know how things would have gone otherwise, but....I cannot complain about that part of it...

1. Still, I have to wonder about the quality of the "holodeck" program that Andrea used to learn to drive....

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