The room sat quiet for a moment, then the older woman spoke up.

"How do you know you aren't from this world?"

"Little things." I answered her promptly. "First, my world doesn't have rings." I said as I pointed through the skylight. "Second, in my world, I am not as young in appearance." Nor am I a woman, but I don't think that matters. "And third, your world's god told me so."

The two older people immediately stood from their seats.

"You met our Highest One?" The man asked. I shook my head in the negative.

"They spoke to me, but I never saw them. The place was all grey, no color."

The older woman seemed to get excited, and took my hands in hers. "Did the Highest One tell you their name?" I shook my head again, no.

"It felt like they were glad to not be known by a name. They just told me I was coming here to prove your Higgs Boson right, and that in 96 hours from my arrival, I'll be able to go home."

"Fascinating." The man said. "Paula, are there any records of the Highest One ever telling someone a theory is correct."

"Only once," the old woman answered. "When Britannia was experimenting with gravarium in the twelfth century. We were told the theories were correct, but further experiments at the time would render half the planet inhospitable."

The woman, who I now knew to be Paula, went on for another twenty minutes about that event, before turning back to me.

"What's your full name, miss; or would you prefer mam?"

"Whatever you're comfortable with would be fine. And my full name would be Jesse Lee Korvall, spelled with a K."

The man sat back down and began typing. "Miss Korvall, would you mind if we publish the recordings for this meeting?"

"I was under the impression that I was to let you do whatever you needed to do for your proof short of maiming or killing me."

"Our laws," the man started, "prohibit us from doing anything to you without your permission. Officially, your status is that of an Oracle. One who has conversed with the Highest One. If we broadcast this meeting, your face, name, and mission, would be known in the whole world; and the United States of the Confederacy would offer you a seat at Norfolk."

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"In my world, the union won the civil war." I said aloud. "I am inclined to leave it up to you. I mean, do you need an MRI, a CT scan, EKG, Ultrasound? Need me to pee in a cup, give blood or plasma, I don't care, as long as you don't maim or kill me, I am yours for," I look up at the clock, "the next ninety four and a half hours."

"The Union technically won here too, but lost the politicking afterwards." Paula says. "Thanks for letting us do this, Oracle. We will need you to talk to the police before we do any medical exams, they will interview you with a truth stone before we can continue." Paula nods to the girls behind me, and two people wearing police uniforms come in.

"Officers," the Dean begins. "This person appeared on our specimen platform during an experiment, we request an interview by stone."

The two officers nod, and each pulled out two stones. One handed me one stone.

"Can you explain this to me?"

The officer handing me the smooth pink stone answered. "The four stones work in conjunction; the one I just handed you finds your information in our databases, then displays it in a way we can see it with the yellow stones. The other stone he has will show if your answered is true, unintentionally true, unintentionally, false, or false."

"So a lie detector?"

"Those are not admissible in court; these are."

They then ask all the questions about my coming here, and meeting their 'Highest One' I assume, they could think of. Finally, the officer asking questions asks the one who handed me the stone.

"So do you have her file yet?"

"No file on record, is all it says."

"That's not possible."

"It's possible if she wasn't born in our world." Paula States. The two girls behind me haven't said a thing, not even a whisper to each other since I said my age.

"If that's the case then..."

The stone in my hand turned purple, and a light flashed out of it. Words began to form in the air.

"Jessie Lee Korvall belongs in a different dimension. She is outside the purview of my abilities. She may still be charged with a crime if one is committed, however no information about her may be stored on any system outside of the building she is currently in."

"What in the nine hells is this?" I nearly shout; "and why is there an 'I' in my first name?"

"The Highest One has spoken, Oracle." The officers say in unison, then leave quickly.

"Put the room's recording on the server, James." Paula says to the Dean. "What the Highest One is saying, is that not even he is able to punish you. You are, for all intents and purposes, immune to our laws. And a similar message will be shown any time you hold that stone in the future."

"Interesting law system you have here."

"You are an Oracle," James says, "if an Oracle were to kill someone, even a political figure, it would be seen as fulfilling another task from the Highest One."

"Just out of curiosity, how many Oracles are known?"

"One" Paula and James say together. With James finishing by himself. "You are the only known one as of this moment. The last one died 30 years ago."

"Great, fulfill your destiny, they said, it'll be fun; they said. Become a world-known head of a religion in a world where god is real." I hang my head, " this is not how I wanted to spend my Veterans Day weekend."

"What's Veterans Day?" James asks.