Both men followed General Taggart and Talbot down the hall, passing many Suits and Police Officers along the way. Dwayne's head was on a swivel, taking in and listening to as much as he could all around him. Everyone was excited, relieved, and curious in seemingly equal measure. They all wanted to learn more, hear more. Dwayne didn't realize they'd stopped and almost ran into Talbot.

General Taggart held open a door to one of the Police Station's interrogation rooms, motioning both of them in. "In here boys. We've got a few questions for you."

Dwayne nodded and stepped into the room, Colin following him quickly. There were four chairs around the table, two on one side and two on the other. Taggart walked around the back side of the table, farthest from the wall, and pulled out the two chairs. He and Talbot sat in those, letting Dwayne and Colin sit in the ones closer to the door. They hadn't locked it.

Taggart began while Talbot pulled a notepad and a pen out of a pocket on his coat. "As you can see, boys, you're not under arrest. You're not in trouble. You're free to go whenever you wish. But we'd like you to answer a few questions for us."

"So why'd you take us out of our houses like that?" Colin frowned, leaning an arm on the table.

Taggart made a disgruntled face, moving a hand up to rub at the back of his head. "That was a misunderstanding. I gave the order to the FBI to bring you in for questioning, and they passed it along to the CIA. Apparently someone in the old guard led your pickup. Some Cold War dinosaur."

Colin and Dwayne both blinked. Taggart looked to be in his early fifties. At least. He had a soldier's face, lined and weathered, like he'd spent far too long in the desert. Which, if he'd had anything to do with the three Middle Eastern Wars, he likely had. His hair was graying and thinning on the top, making him look older than he likely was. Dwayne reconsidered. Maybe he was in his late forties.

Talbot spoke next. "At any rate, it was a misunderstanding. They were supposed to request you to come with them. As you can see, things were muddled somewhat. And we apologize."

Dwayne gave a nod, putting a hand out to gesture on the table as he spoke. "I don't really mind. I'd like to share whatever information I can. I don't really know how much help it's going to be to you, though."

"What makes you say that, son?" Taggart raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it's from a video game." Colin looked to his side at Dwayne and continued speaking. "Dwayne was a big fan of it, but the company went bankrupt a few years ago. Their main lore developer kept talking about how he was 'waiting for a vision' to continue working on the game. They only ever came out with Warcraft 3."

Taggart's face went blank, then he looked at Talbot. "You mean to tell me that our only source of Intel on her is a video game?"

Talbot flushed again, reaching up to adjust his glasses. They were frameless, and the arms holding them to his head disappeared into his hair, cut fairly short with a dark brown color. He looked to be in his mid-thirties. "Well, sir. I've done some research based on the information that Steggart brought back from his interview of Mr. Young here." Talbot gestured to Dwayne. "And what we know so far checks out with the physical description I was able to find."

Taggart's face took on a curious slant before he continued. "… Very well. Tell us what you know, son. Start from the beginning."

Dwayne nodded.

Slywyn awoke, though she wasn't immediately able to get her eyes open. They seemed crusted shut, and she had to rub them several times with the back of her hand to get them open. She didn't immediately know what time it was, but her internal clock was telling her that it was early evening. Likely some time before the sun was going to go down. She didn't know how long she'd been asleep, but the shower had been on the entire time.

She felt …old. Her whole body ached, her muscles screaming at her every time she moved. She barely had the strength to turn the water off. She was shivering, having been lying in the cold water for who knows how long. She flopped out of the tub, lying on the linoleum floor for a moment while she tried to catch her breath. She still felt like she was burning up, hotter than she knew how to deal with. She could somehow sense that unless something happened, and soon, she might not make it much longer.

She felt her stomach churn, then felt bile rising in the back of her throat. She managed to choke it down, but it left her throat feeling burned and raw. She crawled to the door of the bathroom, it in itself almost proving to be an insurmountable obstacle. She hoisted herself up by the door knob, then used the counter next to the door to bring herself to her feet, barely able to stand. She pushed the door open, then flopped into the wall opposite the bathroom. She leaned against it for support as she slowly made her way to the kitchen, the packet of crackers still abandoned on the floor.

Crossing the area with the couch in it was the hardest part, and she almost fell twice as she lurched across it. She felt like death, and she could immediately tell it wasn't something she ever wanted to feel again. She finally made it into the kitchen, leaning against the u-shaped kitchen counter.

She looked up, searching through the cabinets hanging from the ceiling. She found what she wanted soon enough, a cup to hold some water. She turned the faucet in the sink on, then quickly filled the cup. She drained it in one gulp, only realizing just how thirsty she was when she put the cup to her lips. She did this twice more before the shivering began again, so violently that she almost flung the cup across the room.

Sly gripped herself tightly, wrapping her arms around herself in a hug as she tried to pull herself together. She spoke for the first time since her landing, trying to reassure herself in her native Darnassian. "Come on, Slywyn… You've made it through worse than this." It didn't really work, but hearing her native tongue comforted her somewhat.

She remembered the blanket on the bed in the bedroom just down the hall, and slowly began working her way toward it. Hopefully it would help a little.

Once she reached the bedroom, she was at a loss for what to do. She needed some kind of plan. She couldn't do anything sick like this. Scouting was out of the question. She couldn't try to repair anything with her hands shaking this badly. She looked around the room, seeing what she could learn from another once-over. The can tied to the string was still undisturbed. A good sign. There were books all around the room, but none of them had any writing on the spines that looked even remotely familiar. They may as well have been written in Orcish.

Then her stomach growled. Against all odds, and the nausea, she was hungry. She didn't remember the last time she'd eaten. Then she remembered the crackers, and decided they didn't count. She pushed off of the bed, beginning the long journey to the kitchen again. As she worked her way there, she caught a glimpse of the strange video screen in the room with the couch again.

An idea began forming in her head. She knew nothing about the world she was inhabiting. Maybe trying to fix that could lend a bit of insight into what her next move should be. Until she found a power source for her Wormhole Generator, she was stuck here. May as well play explorer while she could.

She grabbed the crackers and a larger glass of water, then made her way to the living room. Her armored leggings felt heavy, and were needlessly weighing her down, so she took them off, adding them to the armor that was littering the floor from where she'd taken it off in her 'dash' outside the day before.

Sly plopped herself down on the floor in front of the video screen, then began searching for a means to turn it on. There were six buttons in the bottom of the thing. Four of them had up and down arrows, something she didn't immediately associate with power, so she ignored them. The last two buttons were on either end of the row of buttons. One had a red circle with a line through it vertically. On a guess, she pressed it.

Nothing happened at first, then the thing began to hum. The screen suddenly flicked to life, flashing a bright white light that momentarily blinded her. It was unexpected, but vaguely reminded her of something similar that the Gnomish screens would do if they had been off for a while.

Slowly, video began to play, and sound began to emanate from the thing. Sly blinked a few times, watching it. The screen was filled with a Human sitting at a table, reading what looked like a larger version of a news bulletin that she'd seen in Stormwind a few times. She tilted her head to the side, then popped a few crackers into her mouth and took a glass of water.

Sick, shivering, and alone, Slywyn began to learn more about this place that she was stuck in.

"About eighteen years ago, a company named Blizzard released a game called 'Warcraft: Orcs and Humans'.", Dwayne began.

Talbot interrupted. "Wait. I've heard of that game. Didn't it win a lot of awards and things?"

Dwayne nodded. "It did. It was one of the original RTS games. It was hugely successful, then was followed by two more games; Warcraft 2: Tides of Darkness, and Warcraft 3: Reign of Chaos."

Taggart smirked a bit. "You really are a nerd, son. But I'm interested."

Dwayne took a breath, then continued. "The one we're interested in at the moment is the third game, Warcraft 3. That's the game that the Night Elves were introduced in. The woman I saw in the video on YouTube and the cell phone photos matches the physical description from the video game almost perfectly. If I had to take a guess, that's what I'd say she was."

Taggart and Talbot both looked incredulous, though Talbot was the first to speak. He looked to Taggart. "Sir, when I did my research, I concluded much the same result. The physical description is eerily accurate, right down to her projected height of near seven feet." Talbot looked back to Dwayne. "Sorry. Continue."

"Well… I don't exactly know what else to say. You saw how fast she can run. Her eyes glow. They have magic in their blood. A-"

Taggart shot out a hand. "Wait a second. Magic? You didn't mention anything about magic. And her eyes do what?"

Dwayne gathered his thoughts for a moment. "Well, in the story, the Night Elves used to live around this big well of arcane magical energy tens of thousands of years ago. They were mutated by it, and it became a part of them and their everyday life. Their eyes took on a glow, which could change depending on what kind of magic they could use. I don't really want to go into detail about it, but that's what causes it. Her eyes glow because of the magic within her. And her blood would show traces of it. Night Elves are inherently magical creatures."

Taggart glanced at Talbot. "I want you to take your readings of the energy you found in her blood, and study them. Devote an entire team to it. Find out everything you can."

"But, sir, we only got a very minor read-"

"Look. Talbot. I don't care. I want you to find out everything you can about this. Study what you have. That's an order." He looked back to Dwayne. "But not yet, I want to hear what else he has to say."

Dwayne gulped. "What else do you want to know?"

"What happened to the company? Bizzaro or whatever." Taggart waved a hand dismissively.

"Oh. Blizzard. They went under a few years after Warcraft 3 was released. Their main lore developer said that he got the idea from the story from a vision he received in a dream. He kept waiting and waiting for another, and eventually the fans lost interest. They moved on. Everyone thought he was nuts, but now that there's a living, breathing Night Elf on Earth, I want to say he might not be so crazy after all."

Taggart looked at Talbot. "Do you think we could bring him in for questioning?"

Colin interjected. "You can't. He died in a car crash a year ago. Sped right into a pole. And, good luck finding anyone else who knows anything about it. They all used to say he made the whole thing up. None of them believed him about the visions."

Taggart frowned. "Shame."

Talbot put his chin in his hand, thinking. After a moment, he spoke. "The only real course of action I can see us taking now is finding her. Without her, other than the blood and the crashed car, we don't have any tangible proof of her existence. The public at large are going to realize that something really did land here soon. I give us another day or two before things start getting out of control. If we don't find her before then we might have a panic on our hands."

Taggart looked to Colin and Dwayne. "Well, boys. Seeing as you're our resident experts on this thing, as much as I don't believe a damn word of it, we could use your help. What do you say?"

Dwayne looked at Colin. "Uh…"

"You'll be paid."

Colin put his hand over Dwayne's mouth quickly, stifling any objections. "We'll do it."