Just like the officer predicted, as the sunrise crested the horizon, I was in a shuttle being fawned over by doctors. I swear, I have been stripped bare in front of so many people in the last week, that I will either grow a complex about it, or immune. At least most of them don't want me nude. I would get a complex about that.

I knew the shuttle was moving, but I didn't feel like we were. I watched out a window as my vitals were taken again. I was asked the same set of questions and then I was left alone again. The room was comfortable, and I was quickly falling asleep.

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"How close to the reactor was her beacon?"

"Seventy feet. Where it appeared. The beacon was stationary for about a minute, and then began to move away from the reactor." The officer answered another politician's questions, that had been identical, so far to the last five. "We arrived, and officer Gyle chased down the impersonator later arresting him for trespassing in addition to his other charges."

"And she showed no signs of radiation poisoning?"

"Sir, like I've told the other four councilors, she didn't know where she was at, it was like she had never even heard of the planets themselves."

"Give me your best guess, how did she get there?" This was a question he hadn't heard before.

He leaned back, and thought about it. How she was dressed, her hair was styled, she looked put together, not like someone running from a nuclear disaster. "Its almost like she just appeared there." He finally said aloud. "But, that's not possible, and I would end up in an asylum if I tried to infer that on any record." The politician ended the phone call, and the officer put down the handset with a sigh.

He then remembered her asking a few questions about the fallout, and he suddenly thought she might have a way to slow or stop the reaction once meltdown occurs. He picked up the phone and dialed the planet Council office.

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I get shaken awake and handed my clothes. I promptly dress, and then notice the weirdness of the shuttle. No one is talking. They all seem scared to.

I get directed out by nothing more than hand points, and step out of the shuttle. The clock in the sky shows six hours passed here. The whole area smells of Ozone, and burnt grease.

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"Miss Korvall, please enter here." A heavy steel door opens and I hear my first words since landing.

"Miss Korvall. Please sit down." A woman, sitting wit two people on either side of her says; the two tabled having been set up As a 'T'. This is all looking rather official, rather quick. "The gentleman behind you is a media member, he will be broadcasting this meeting live, do you have an issue with that?"

"Um..i don't see why I should." I answer truthfully.

The woman nods, motioned for me to sit at the short side of the 'T' table, and begins asking me questions about nuclear physics, and my understanding of fission.

I had been studying quantum physics in college, but some of that coincided. Then I met my wife, and gave it all up.

At some point, someone rolled in a model of the reactor I had been found near. And my heart sank. It was a perfect replica of an RBMK reactor. One of the few types that was known my whole world over.

"You seem panicked by seeing this model." The woman said.

"Rightly so. Please tell me the control rods aren't graphite tipped."

"They are, but how would a 15 year old girl know about the intricacies of this reactor?"

"Chernobyl. It used this style of reactor. The only way I know of to mitigate the fallout, is a lead coffin. The whole reactor encased in lead and concrete. Then shut down any reactor using graphite tipped control rods."

"What is 'Chernobyl'?" The woman asked.

"A nuclear disaster much like you are dealing with. The thing that makes this style of reactor reliable, is also it's flaw. The graphite tip on the boron carbide fuel rods. Once discovered, all the governments of my world banned these reactors."

"We know of no planet who has banned this reactor."

I sat there and smiled. "I have told you all I know about them. I don't even know how thick the reactor's sarcophagus needs to be to mitigate the fallout. Only that it's a lot of lead, concrete, and lives."

"Where are you from?" She asks, seeming to know something.

"That is an answer you don't need to know. Nor will you be able to get it from me."

I sigh. "I am in the mood to read, can you direct me to the nearest library?"

She looked pissed, and ordered me to be seized. I quickly moved myself between this dimension's grey space, and then back to this room, behind her. I placed my hand on her shoulder.

"I feel as though I have overstayed my welcome here." I smile down at her. "I believe I am to leave, yes?"

She simply nodded, and I took my hand off of her. I looked at the person next to the door I knew to be the exit.

"Would you be kind enough to escort me to a library?" He gulped and nodded, then opened the door.

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"Did anyone see her move?" The head chancellor asked the room, we all shook our heads negative.

The camera man spoke up. "My camera catches 240 frames per second, there is a single frame from her being seated here, to standing behind you mam."

"If she doesn't want to be caught, we can't catch her."

She leans forward seeming to realize something. "That's why her ident beacon just appeared. Perhaps someone else tried to do what I just did. We can't loose her. She has already told us a lot, how much else does she know?"