The sign read: The Prism Room. 

'Who are you?', Rohe asked. 

'Elise Monahan', she answered. 

'The aliens aren't here'. 

'You're new', Elise said. 

'I am old', Rohe said. 

'Not too old', Elise said. 

'I am 235', Rohe said. 

'I don't believe you'. 

'The Prism holds magic', Rohe said. 

'Arcane magic'.

'No. Alien magic', Rohe said. 

She glanced at the girl. 

'Where's Dross?'.

'Dross is here...there...and everywhere', Rohe told her. 

'I don't-'.

'I am beyond time itself', Rohe said.

'I don't understand', Elise said. 

'You will understand in time. But not now', Rohe told her. 

'Do you own the Prism?'.

'Yes', Rohe said. 

It glowed in her small, right hand. 

And it vanished into the cold ether.

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