"So….you're HG Wells, and you work together what, at a warehouse that…collects artifacts?" Trubel asked.
"I'm sorry, we can't talk about that," HG replied quickly.
"I was saying though, there isn't one here. If there is—" Claudia began, began, but was interrupted by someone bursting in the door.
"Hey!" A man called as he came into the room.
"Nick," Trubel said.
"Juliet called me," Nick explained. "And…who exactly are you? And…" He trailed off as he crossed the room, seeing the woman in the mirror.
"Hello, Nick," HG said, smiling mysteriously.
"Hi…but….I'm sorry, who are you, and what are you doing in my bedroom mirror?" Nick asked, shaking his head and blinking as if he expected to open his eyes again to something else.
"I'm Helena, and to be perfectly honest, I'm not entirely sure, although I have reason to believe it entails some form of interdimensional travel," HG replied.
"Something like that sounds about right," Trubel grinned. "I mean, you should have seen her, she just appeared from nowhere, wham, big flash of light, and she was there. I thought she was a Wessen at first, but when she didn't Wogue I figured she was something else."
"Yeah, definitely not a Wessen," Claudia said.
"Yeah, i can see that. But….who are you exactly? I didn't get your name…or who you are." Nick said, moving to sit down on the trunk at the end of the bed as they spoke.
"Yeah, see, we're partners with the Secret Service," Claudia said, pulling out her badge to show Nick, who took it, examining it.
"So, Agent Claudia Donovan," he said. "But…what is one of you doing in my mirror? The president's nowhere near here, the department would have been informed."
"Yeah, no, see….god this is going to sound strange—" Claudia began, trailing off as she spoke.
"No, really, it's OK," Nick said, shaking his head. "Trust me. I have done weird before. And besides, one of you is sitting in my mirror, so, really, try me."
"OK, see, we're not your regular secret service agents." Claudia said, taking back her badge as Nick offered it.
Nick and Trubel looked at each other before bursting out laughing.
"Well, you don't say," Nick quipped.
"Yeah, but uh, we work in a top secret environment dealing with sensitive items….that have….uh….special properties. And….I think one of them may be responsible for sending us here." Claudia explained, taking a seat on the floora.
"OK, good, we're getting somewhere," Nick said.
"I'm still not comfortable telling you all of this," HG cut in from the mirror.
"But HG, they're not from our world. If—when—we get back, they'll never be able to see us again, yeah?" Claudia asked.
"Perhaps, but….universes often diverge in irregular points. Remember how Valda was able to gain access back to our time? Accidents happen, and I'm not so certain that more caution isn't due." HG cautioned.
"Yeah, I mean, I get that," Claudia said, "But how are we supposed to get back there if we don't tell them what happened?"
"I suppose you have a point," HG conceded, sighing.
"Yeah, I think so. And…I mean…you're, what, police?" Claudia asked Nick.
"Yeah, Portland PD," he said, handing her his badge. "Trust me, I have people I wouldn't want you turning me over to either. So, if we can just agree to work together, to get you home I guess, I think it will go a lot easier."
"Agreed," Claudia replied, smiling as she gave his badge back.