Loki stared at Mabel's door. What had just happened? Finally, he turned and headed back to the transport to take him to headquarters. Sitting on the train, he ran over every detail of their conversation. He couldn't understand it. Hadn't she been the one to initiate?

A horrible thought entered his head. Maybe he was mediocre…

He shook his head with a laugh. Of course it wasn't that. Maybe she truly was asexual after all, and the convulsing of her muscles around him had actually just been the natural product of physical stimulus.

But then, the manner in which she'd stroked his neck as he finished, the way she nuzzled against his head. It was intimate, sweet. Almost… protective?

He shook his head again. He would put her out of his mind. Taking over the TVA was his one goal, and he couldn't afford to get distracted.

He got off the transport and climbed onto the elevator. It zinged him up to Mobius's floor, the soft xylophone music grating on his nerves the whole way.

I just don't think it's a good idea.

Her voice was in his head again. He growled in frustration. He marched over to Mobius's desk where the TVA analyst sat looking over a magazine of jet skis. Loki tilted his head to read the cover. The man certainly was full of surprises.

"I'm here," he said, arms out aggrandizing. "Where do we start?" he asked. He rubbed his long fingered hands together.

"You start by telling me why you're late," said Mobius, closing the magazine and smacking it on the desk.

Loki checked the strange clock on the wall with fifteen hands ticking away. "How can you tell in this place?"

"You'll learn soon enough," said Mobius. He punched in the password to his computer, and Miss Minutes' orange outline appeared on the screen.

"Her again?" said Loki.

"Here's where you start," said Mobius. "Hit enter. That will bring up her hologram, and she'll walk you through training."

"Where are you going?" asked Loki.

"Snack break. I was on time."

Loki waved him off. After Mobius was gone, he pressed the enter key, and Miss Minutes came to life. She jumped out of the computer, and Loki bounced in his chair in alarm.

"Hello Loki! I'm here to give you all the information you need on the TVA," she said in her sing song southern accent.

"Yes, yes, good, good, I'm eager to learn. But I wondered if I might look up an agent's file before we get started."

"What do you want to do that for?" she asked.

Loki thought for a moment. "Someone helped me yesterday, and I'd like to send them a note of thanks."

"Well that's awfully nice of you! What's their name? I'll see what I can pull up."

"Em… Mabel… Something or other."

Instantly, Mabel's information pulled up on the screen.

"I can't show you everythang, only her work credentials. The rest would be in her analog file."

He leaned forward eagerly, his nose to the screen.

Agent Name: Classified.

Alias: Mabel M. Mobius.

Loki lurched, and the chair rolled backward.

He looked at the hologram. "Does Mobius have a daughter? I thought no one reproduced here."

"That's classified," said Miss Minutes.

"Is Mabel not her real name?"

"That's classified."

"Is there anything you can tell me, you infuriating orange illusion?"

"That's not very nice. And that's…"

"'That's classified', I get it." He blew out a hot frustrated breath and put his index fingers together in front of his lips.

Miss Minutes put her hands on her hips. If you could call them hips… "Ready to get started?" she asked.

Loki leaned back in Mobius's chair. "Teach away," he said gesturing.

The video started rolling, but he struggled to pay attention. The girl had suddenly become the most interesting mystery in this place.