"I've got an hour for my break, and it took me thirty minutes to get here, which means either way, I'm late to get back to work," Detective Anaya said as she entered the Eternity Lounge, "So this better be good."

The Kid was uploading his readings from the Sonic Screwdriver into Conrad's omnitool. He was still getting used to their technology, but it was still compatible. When the upload was completed, the Kid turned Conrad's arm towards her to show her the readings.

"I need to know the source of Seer. Someone may be in danger."

"What am I looking at?"

"Proof that Seer is actually modified blood of one of my people. It's all a bit complicated, but it would stand up in any court."

"So Seer is actually human blood?" she was looking at the data but didn't seem to be following it.

"No, but it is someone's blood. I'm not a human. This is, uh…A disguise. My people are usually a reclusive lot. I have reason to believe that someone has captured one of my people, and is using them to create this drug, this Seer. I need to know the source."

"Why don't you hand this data over to me, and I'll investigate it?"

"You are welcome to help me out. But if I just hand this over to you and wait, I don't know how long that will be, and my compatriot could die in the meantime. I don't know what's happening to him, and I don't know what Seer does to its users. Normally our blood doesn't cause reactions in aliens, much less humans."

"Listen, you're telling me you're an unregistered, disguised alien, and that someone is using one of your people's blood as a drug. Do you have any idea how this is going to sound to my superiors?"

"You can either give me a tip and I'll walk away and you don't have to report anything to them, or you can help me out. The choice is yours, detective. But understand that I'm very eager to find him."

"I can't help you," she said, "Not if you're unwilling to cooperate with me."

"Dammit, someone's life is on the line!"

"I'll tell my superiors to notify the Legislature about this, and they might ban Seer sales until we can launch a full investigation. If you want to have a chat with the manufacturer, that's fine. There's an Information Broker up the street that might be able to help you out, if you've got the money. And there's a Justicar that's sticking her nose around the major distribution area for the stuff. If you can get her out of my district, you'll be doing the department a favor."

"I don't know what a Justicar is."

"It's sort of like an Asari SPECTRE that investigates crimes, only they operate without authority."

"What's a SPECTRE?"

"You really are an alien aren't you?"

"I've been in this galaxy for five days," he said, looking the detective straight in the eyes, "And the last one of my people I spoke with is our most despised criminal. I don't have a lot of patience detective."

"Can I have my arm back now?" Conrad was wincing. The Kid let go.

"A Justicar is like an interstellar detective that pursues justice at any means necessary within the Justicar Code," she explained, "She's bound to investigate any crimes she encounters, or at least deems important or outside of the capability of law enforcement. This would be the latter case, I think. I'll contact her for you, and let her know, if it keeps her out of the way."

"Fine, thank you. I'll try and avoid getting in the police's way, as well."

"I appreciate that. Aethyta, thanks for the drink," Anaya wrote down some instructions and directions for the Kid.

"Not the last one I've bought for people today…" the Matriarch said as the detective left.

"A Justicar! I never thought I'd meet a Justicar! This is going to be so cool, and far more interesting than Red Sand! And you! A real alien! Wow!" Conrad gushed.

Aethyta opened her mouth to say something, but stopped herself.

"The only reason I'm bringing you along is because you recognize that relativity theory, which is an expertise I could use right now. I don't have much use for people running about with guns mucking up my search, so keep your head in the game, all right, Conrad?" the Kid berated. Conrad hung his head and nodded.

"I'm going to go see this Information Broker. Are you coming, Aethyta?"

"No, I gotta finish my shift. I'll make sure nobody steals your armoire. Call me if you need anything, hon."

"You have anywhere you need to be?" the Kid asked Conrad. Conrad shook his head, "Fine, come on, then."

The Kid and Conrad walked up the stairs. There was a purple Asari at a desk.

"Hello, can I help you?"

"I'm here to see Liara T'Soni."

"Miss T'Soni is very busy, do you have an appointment?"

The Kid dug into his coat, and pulled out his psychic paper, showing her that he worked for Torchwood; it was the only thing he could think of that might have weight.

"No, but she'll be interested in speaking with me."

She nodded, and hit the intercom.

"Miss T'Soni, there is a gentleman here to see you from Torchwood."

"Send him in."

The Kid and Conrad entered. Liara was standing in front of a holoscreen, speaking to a man.

"Have you ever dealt with an Asari commando before? Few humans have. You either pay me, or I will flay you alive, with my mind," she told the human. She cut the video, and turned to the Kid.

"Sorry about that," she sat down at her desk, "That was an interesting trick you pulled on Nxseris. A blank piece of paper that makes her think you're with Torchwood?"

"You saw that?"

Liara played the video; it showed that he was holding a blank piece of paper.

"Well I am from Torchwood," he showed her the paper, imprinting his credentials.

"Looks like a blank piece of paper to me," she insisted. He smirked, and put it away.

"You're too smart for it, then. This is Conrad Verner, he's an associate of mine. My name is John Smith. And while I don't have any real ID, I am actually working with, though not for, Torchwood."

"I see. There's no record of your arrival, Mister Smith. Why is that?"

"I have a special ship."

"I see. What can I do for you, Mister Smith?"

"I'm looking for the source of Seer. I believe one of my people is involved, and they are in danger. I'm here to rescue them."

"I can help you. But my services do not come cheap, Mister Smith."

The Kid Winced; they forgot to go to a teller.

"I…Don't have any credits handy. But I'm a man with a specific set of knowledge, perhaps I can offer you information in return?"

"I'm afraid without any information about you, I can't trust that you're being truthful," Liara told him. The Kid pulled out his Voidsight glasses; Liara had a few trophies about in her office. Maybe one of them was from his universe. He put them on, and scanned the room; there was a few of them here and there. He approached one; it was a Cyberman hand.

"Really? Do you know what this is?"

"It's a Cyberman hand, from Shanxi. I was there recently, and found a small cabal of them. They didn't stand a chance against my Biotics."

"Oh, well, there goes fifty years of Academy training," he sighed, "What's in that file on your desk?"

"It's none of your business, Mister Smith."

"It's covered in Void particles, like the Cyberman hand. You have something in that file from their universe."

"Void Particles? Universe? What?"

He tossed her the glasses.

"Take a look."

Liara sighed, and obliged him, and paused, then looked to the Kid. He waved, smiling at her.

"What-These are those, what did you call them, Void particles?"

"Well, a visual distortion caused by them. Cybermen, Judoon, Time Lords, Daleks, Sontarans, all of those things are not from this universe. Anything that's from the other universe, or has visited the Void, is covered in the stuff."

"You know about the Daleks?" her voice grew dark.

"They're the reason my people are here. And one of my own people is here on Illium, and they need my help. I know that an a lot more. So what's in that file? I'll trade information for information."

Liara took off the glasses, and opened the file.

"I believe it is a picture of the Shadow Broker's inner chamber."

"I don't know what the Shadow Broker is, but I can take a look," he sorted through the files, until he arrived at a picture.

"That's odd…It didn't look like that before…" Liara said. The Kid was staring at it the picture.

"That's a freaky looking angel," Conrad said.

"Liara, where did you get this?" the Kid asked.

"One of my agents was able to get aboard the Shadow Broker's vessel, and took this picture."

The hair ran up on the Kid's arms.

"Liara, how long has this photo been in existence?"

"What, what is it?"

"Miss T'Soni, there are a lot of things that were involved in the Time War. Sontarans invaded Gallifrey. Daleks and Time Lords fought all over our universe. Judoon were hired as mercenaries to enforce the law by those involved. Everyone directly involved in the war was sent into the Void. Some of them ended up here. This picture? This is a picture of a Weeping Angel. They're assassins with a very peculiar set of abilities. They were hired on both sides. One of them is if they are recorded, or a picture of them is taken, that picture becomes a Weeping Angel."

"Oh, my…"

"And they cease to exist when they are being observed. They can move when they're not being looked at. See how it's covering its eyes? They do that so they don't look at each other. This is just a picture of one, and so it's not a full Angel yet. We need to destroy this picture, and any copies."

"How do I know this isn't some trick."

"Blink."

All three of them blinked, and the Weeping Angel grew closer to the 'front' of the picture.

"This is a trick, it can't be!"

"This is the sort of thing that comes from your universe?" Conrad asked.

"That and more," the Kid said.

"This is the only picture of the Shadow Broker I have," Liara objected.

"You'll have to deal with it. Burn this photo."

Liara opened her desk, and produced a lighter. She held the photo under it for a moment and hesitated, then ignited it. She looked up at the Kid.

"So, Weeping Angels, Daleks, Cybermen, and Sontarans are from your 'universe'?" she made air quotes. He nodded. She smiled.

"That information is worth more than what you're asking for, and you've given me mountains of information on the Weeping Angels, if I can verify what you've aid. The Sontarans sit on the Council, that's a bold claim," she said.

"How about a second Time Lord telling you the same thing? And wait, the Sontarans are on the Council? What's the Council?"

"Galactic governing body," Conrad said.

The Kid groaned, "That's an awful idea, Sontarans on the Council…As if Daleks and extragalactic robots weren't bad enough…"

"You're from the other universe, then?"

"Yes, I'm a Time Lord, and I'm looking for another one of my people."

"You would make a terrible information broker. You can't keep your mouth shut," Liara started

"Well nobody here knows what's going on, someone's got to tell them," he insisted, "So on top of everything I've told you, I also saved your life from that Weeping Angel."

"I'm not so sure about that."

"You should be," he said, "You're chasing one. Seer. What's the source?"

"It's a Volus, by the name of Pitne For. He's been selling it to Eclipse to distribute. He's become quite wealthy very quickly," she handed him a datapad with some information on it about Pitne For and his operations.

"I don't know what a Volus is," he sighed.

"Short, round, live in pressure suits," Conrad mimed a Volus's height with his hand, "They-hrk-speak-hrk-like-hrk-this. Good businessmen."

"So, the profit before morals sort of people?" the Kid asked.

"Not all of them, but yes," Liara nodded.

"Well, I guess this one's got a choice to make: Morals or having to deal with me," the Kid declared, "Let me know if you need anything else."

"I will. Thank you, Mister Smith. Doctor Verner."

As the Kid and Conrad left Liara's office, they passed a heavily armed and armored woman, who entered Liara's office next. She was accompanied by a Turian and a dark-skinned human with a goatee.

"Commander Riley, it's good to see you again."

The Kid turned around, scowling at Commander Riley just as the door closed behind her.

"What is it?" Conrad asked.

"That woman…It's…Like there's something wrong with her. Not, like, she's bad, but like, she's not supposed to be there. Like something's changed. Like she's out of place," he looked at Conrad, "I don't think that was supposed to be her. It was supposed to be someone else…"

"What are you talking about?"

The Kid shook his head.

"This universe is a bit more wibbly-wobbly than I thought it was. Come on, let's go."

Bleh, not too happy with this chapter. Too much exposition.

Let me know if you have an idea for a different name for this thing.