Kalis-Nar taking time from his duties decided to go and speak to the Nexus again, to complain about the seemingly long time it was holding Miko, Kalis's beloved, in its vast grasp. Not to mention to give it tips on its fashion sense. "Oy there, Nexus, you and me gotta have a chat. First of all i really don't like the fact that you seem to steal my fiance for any length of time. Course to her it could be thousands of years, of being trapped in a viod, having who knows what done to her. So you if you don't coulda send her back, thanks. And another thing, you really need to hire a fashion consultant, cause your taste in clothes is really bad. I mean clown outfits and pink tutus, are you like trying to win the "Worst Fashion Sensible Entity in the Universe" award or what?"

With that Kalis waited to get a response from the Nexus. As he waited he saw some poor soul being sucked up into the Nexus and a few moments later another victim of the Nexus being sent back as a teddy bear, with a big pink bow on its head. and Kalis wondered "Whats up with the pink?"

So he summoned up a large wooden chair and waited for an awnser from the Nexus, no matter how long it took, after all he was a Deity of Time, and could go back to Rhy'din, just a second after he left.

She appeared, hesitantly, her hand at her throat, expecting retaliation for her suicide attempt. In her hand was a note, on scented stationary. It appeared to be an aplogy and a request to see her, but...here" What was going on.

She floated in...nothingness, amazingly still dressed as she had been, and said quietly, "Um...I got your note. Hello' Er, Bo..oh, er...yes, it says here that he was acting in your place. Good, well then...Nexus" I am here!" She made swimming motions with her arms and kicked a bit, and found that she propelled quickly through the nothingness, or at least, it felt that way. There was nothing really to SEE to judge if she had moved or not.

Spotting Kalis in a chair, she grinned and waved, and noticed the hatted..er...figure beside him. Did she smell...tea?

If she had a face, she would have been smiling sweetly to Belle. "Ah, hello luv. I did send for you, yes. I wanted to apologize in person for the ah...nastiness you had to go through because of my temp. I am SO sorry."

She summoned a chair for Belle, sucking up a toaster from someone's home, and morphing it into a comfortable chaise lounge. The chaise lounge was, also, pink. "There you are dear. I was just having a little tete a tete with your friend here, Lord Kalis-nar. As I was saying, I am so sorry for the problems that obnoxious idiot caused. I am currently drafting a note to the temp agency, complaining and advising them to never sent him on work ever again!"

At her anger, the dark tornado-like figure swirled and began to glow faintly green. "I mean really! Don't those people ever check references?!"

A cup of tea floated over to Belle. "Here, dear. Have some tea. It's chamomile."

Looking at Belle, seating in the rocking chair and drink tea with the Real Nexus, he sighed "It seems Belle that i am not the only one with a complaint or two. I seem to have lost my girlfriend, well now my fiance, i was asking the Nexus here if she?, knew were Miko was, i have not seen her for days. Sorry to hear about the leather jacket though, pink slime and cupcakes you say. Hmmm, it seems our friendly neighbohood Nexus here has a sense of humor, and appearently its a British sense of humor.

Hey i have an idea, excuse Ms. Nexus, but could you do a huge favor for me and suck up all those damn Federation people in my Great Dinning Hall for me, and we can put any hard feelings behind. I'd much appreciate it, i'll even buy a new tele for you if you did."

With her eyes clenched tightly, she "poofed" into the body, home, or center of the Nexus, she wasn't sure what it was called.

"Hello' Nexus" I need to talk to you about a soul. Do you know where they go' Can you help me find one that has passed on?"

Looking around, she spots floating furniture, upholstered in garrish pink. She shrugs and grabs a chair as it floats by, and sits to wait. She wasn't sure how she was going to get home, but her conscience would not let her rest until she had done what she could for Chiana.

She saw Chiana's transparent self appear, and gasped. Rising to her feet, she rushed to her side and tried to embrace her, but her arms went right through her. She sobbed, and turned from Chiana, calling out as she flung herself from the Nexus back to Rhydin, "Oh, Chiana, I am so sorry! It's all my fault!"

"What"! HAPPY"! Of course I wasn't in a happy place! I was DEAD you...wait a minute. I am talking to a dust dervish wearing...a hat."

Shaking her head, she dropped into the chair recently vacated by Belle, whom she had a few things to say to, but that was not to be, obviously, and fell straight through it. Oh, of course. Wonderful. Ghosts can't sit in chairs.

"Who are you and why am I here, and not stuck in a boat, in a land of rainbows, happy monkeys, and small children dressed from different countries singing to me about the size of their planet?"

Rising from her pink ruffled recliner, the whirling dervish approached Chiana's spectre. She spoke, however, to Valentine. "She is but a soul, dear one. She retains this shape because this is how she sees herself. She is not alive. If you bring me a body for her, I can place her inside. Belle wished for this, yes?"

She swirled and rushed around Chiana, gently touching the spirit's energies, as if to pet and soothe.

"Chiana, do you wish to come back?"

"You let ME take care of that!" Grinning, she used her new control over herself and whatever plane of existance she happened to occupy (A demonic gift from her Sire, Belle de'Morte) and popped out of the Nexus.