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[Look, Jack is long-suffering too, though he does know that ten minutes is usually too many minutes, so he does his best to make it less than that, if possible. He's only marginally successful, but soon enough he's found what he hopes is her current hiding place.

No one else could have possibly made that particular network message, but Jack is still cautious. When he puts his knuckles to the door, it's a particular knock, but perhaps a familiar one. Given the fact that they're both soldiers and over the course of their shared careers, sometimes secret codes come in handy.

It's the one that means it's him, and that he's alone.]

( Even though Ana had known that Jack was here, recognising him from the tales she'd been given, it's pleasing to have the confirmation when he does knock.

Putting her device down, because apparently others had taken interest in her message, she moves to unlock and then open the door.

Seeing him stood there Ana gives him a nod, and then steps back to let him in )

I hope you didn't tire yourself out getting to me.

( Because he's just under his ETA )

Woulda been here faster twenty years ago.

[Jack will enter and close the door behind him, quick to make a self-deprecating joke about his age, mostly because he already knows that something is off, here. She would've known exactly where to go if she remembered anything about the Moira and Thisavrou, but he's not quite sure how to begin explaining this.]

What's the last thing you remember?

[His fingers itch to reach out and take her by the arm, maybe to see if she's real, but he bites it down in order to get right to business. Knowing where she's coming from, exactly, might help him put things into context.]

( Ana expects a test, and truthfully this whole place being real... perhaps it being real, and Jack being real, would be a far better thing than it not. So there's a test, and perhaps that is something that shows he is also real )

We had just met up. That world needed us.

( Enough details for him to know something, but not too many in case it wasn't him )

[The answer is sparse, but Jack can parse enough from it. He knows she's just being cautious, so he reaches up to pull his mask off, letting it fall to his side.]

I don't remember that.

[Jack is more than paranoid enough for the both of them, enough to know that Ana won't find it a comforting answer. He's still trying to put it together, himself. Did she go back through the Ingress and experience what would've happened to him, had he never been brought here in the first place?]

Was just starting to look for you, when I got pulled here. First the ship, now this. It's been seven months.

[Give or take.]

You found me.

( And a friend, but that details is perhaps not as important right now. He isn't here, that Ana yet knows of, and even so he had fled before -- she was not worried.

What Jack shares instead becomes a little more pressing. So there was more to this than just being here, and for him to be here for seven months... )

You have kept well in that time. ( He's always a survivor, and he'd have found something to do. Not that Ana would ever expect what had actually happened. Still, if you can't take a moment in this serious situation-- ) You're still alive.

Good.

[He sounds a little reassured, because that had been a source of frustration when he first arrived here--that he'd been so close to finding someone who he thought might have been Ana, only to be yanked away. This time he does manage to reach out to her, fingers skimming her sleeve almost tentatively, like he's not sure whether or not she'll dissolve under his touch. When it turns out she's solid, he steps a little closer, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. He exhales, and there's relief in it, like some missing part of him is slotting back into place.

She hasn't even been gone that long--but he already knows that she doesn't remember being here with him. Maybe it's best to just treat this like none of that ever happened at all.]

The others know. Didn't do a very good job of keeping it secret.

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( There's a brief smile at his action, at the slight relaxation that Ana sees in his posture. It's rare, for good reason, but still pleasing to see. It's also a relief for Ana, to know that he is in some way alright )

Who knows?

( Angela does -- Ana had briefly spoken to her when Jack had been on his way, but how many others were there? )

There is a lot I could ask.

( But she trusts he'll go with what's most important -- seven months is a long time, or short in their scheme of things )

Angela. Jesse, Lena, Reinhardt. Fareeha.

[That last one is the hardest--she hadn't taken it well, and Jack hasn't been in contact with her since. Ana isn't exactly walking into the most welcoming of situations. It's probably easier to just let her ask whatever she wants, and Jack gives her an open-palmed gesture to indicate that she should go ahead.]

I'll try and answer whatever I can.

What caused you to tell them?

( Because she understands why he wouldn't, because it's why she'd kept herself dead for so long -- why she'd still only sent Fareeha a letter rather than going to see her. Protection. It was so hard to understand unless you knew, especially if you've fought together before, but some threats have changed )

Angela and Jesse figured it out on their own. Confronted me about it.

[He's not going into detail about how he got himself shanked on a botched security detail, and Angela had been the doctor present when he'd come back through the Ingress. There had been no hiding his scars from her, and Jesse has always been sharp.]

Didn't feel right keeping it from the rest of them after that. Fareeha didn't take it well.

I am no so unsurprised by that.

( By Jesse, or Angela -- especially Fareeha. They may not have been so close before Ana's death but she knew her daughter. It was a second reason why she'd sent a letter, to give her time to absorb it before finally seeing here. Now Fareeha would already have that, and more )

It is what it is now. Angela mentioned you had a farm.

( Sounds like retirement, Jack )

[Jack isn't going to pretend that lying to all of them for months on end was a good idea, but despite their varied reactions to learning their commander is not, in fact, dead, he doesn't regret revealing himself the way he did. Better to just rip off the band-aid. He knows his people. They'll come around--the unfortunate thing is that Ana's dragged into it too, without ever remembering that she agreed to keep his secret.]

I, uh--

[He sighs again, scrubbing the back of his neck with a hand. A nervous tic.]

Wouldn't call it a farm.

[It is absolutely a farm. Jack just isn't sure how to feel about coming full circle. And he knows he can't hide the fact that some version of Ana was there with him--maybe he just needs to rip off that band-aid, too.]

You were there, before. You were there with me.

( If there's any surprise at his words it's hidden, or perhaps only noticeable in the slightest raise of an eyebrow. Ana... living on a farm. Jack what did you do, what were their lives?

Even so, she's going with: )

I assume that still stands.

( Look whatever she feels about retirement and farms bunking with him for a time sounds better than being in this complex )

It would give us better opportunity to talk more.

( Did other her leave some tea behind, because this conversation feels like it could lengthen )

[Please, Ana. of course there's tea. Jack is vaguely understanding that this is making it sound like the two of them were settled down, or something, when really it's only been a few weeks. There's so much to explain and so much of it involves ridiculous dimensional shenanigans that he's not exactly sure of where to start.]

If you want.

[He's not going to force her to co-habitate with him if she already has other plans, but he'll motion for them to leave anyway. Jack isn't too keen on sticking around a place like this, not when he's reasonably comfortable in his own place, such as it is. Really, the farm isn't a bad deal--they don't even have to pay rent as long as they donate half of whatever they grow. The choice seemed obvious, especially when he actually knows what he's doing when it comes to farming. Sort of.

And yes, there's tea.]

It's the Ingress. This kind of thing happens. Think of it like parallel universes, I guess.

[Winston might explain it better than he can.]

( Hmm, where was Winston when you needed him? Ana had the most basic idea of the concept but it was a new experience, and though she'd quickly say she wouldn't want to repeat it it seemed she already had )

I would rather not have had to.

( They'd both been in the middle of something pretty important when they'd been taken too. Was that something else that happened?

Picking up her gun Ana follows Jack, a curious eye on her surroundings as they go )

How long was I here? You said seven month for you.

Five months on the ship. One at a place that was supposed to get us home. One here.

[In the event she's still worried about them settling down. Jack hopes that his distaste for the situation comes through in his voice.]

Three months for you, maybe? Four?

[He sighs again, knowing that this is probably not what she wants to hear.]

We have some catching up to do.

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It sounds like it.

( There's a mental sigh that Jack probably recognises is there. It isn't the easiest thing to swallow, though the fact that it comes from Jack does help. It's facts, and they are simpler )

Do we begin with the ship or here?

( Here sounds like the more pressing information, being recent with the fallout of his reveal, but only he knows what may have happened to her-- them on the ship )

Ship's not so important. You weren't on it that long.

[But he'll give her a brief primer--the Ingress, the captains, the alleged real captains, how the whole thing had ended with a malfunction of the inter-dimensional transport device (or whatever the hell the Ingress is supposed to be) and a crash-landing on the Midway Hub. How they discovered that the Moira was never supposed to be out in the first place. Going to Thisavrou because there was really no other choice.

And now, here. Jack puts his mask back on when they leave the building. He's not exactly fond of riding the public transport here, but it does the job. He lowers his voice now that they're in public, but what he's saying is fairly innocuous, all things considered.]

Once we got here, they started figuring me out. I'd asked you to keep it from them, but...guess it's all a moot point now.

It may have happened some time if not so soon.

( They were smart people that they worked with, and some of them had been together for a long time. They'd figured Ana out quickly, though they did have an advantage on that )

Perhaps the new situation may make it work.

( Would the same reasons apply? It depends if the same threats were a problem )

Just want you to know what you're walking into.

[And why certain parties might not be so happy with her. He spends a great deal of the trip out in relative silence, recounting the rest of the situation as well as he can. It's only when they disembark in Region 2 that he shifts gears to something altogether more serious.]

Reyes is here.

[That is honestly more important than anything else he's said up to this point.]

( She can see why he saved it until the end, but at the same time... Gabriel is something trickier, and more pressing, given all that has happened )

He was in Egypt, too. Seeing what had happened to him...

( There was more to the explosion than simple debris. Gabriel, what he now was, the things that Ana had heard... it gave her chills )

I expect he tried to kill you again.

Guess it's not so surprising we all catch up to each other.

[Reyes always was one step ahead of him, on a great many things. Obviously Ana wasn't hurt in the encounter, but it boils the anger in the pit of his stomach anyway.]

We've been back and forth a few times.

[In the 'trying to kill each other' department. It's largely undetectable now, but Jack is still favoring the leg that Reyes didn't shoot out from under him a few months back.]

( He isn't alone in the feeling. Knowing what Reyes has done, or could have done, both here and in their home-- Ana may not remember all of it but she has imagination and knowledge enough. Gabriel wouldn't be done with them, or perhaps the others, quickly )

And the others? How much do they know of him?

( Of 'Reaper'. Had they been told enough to connect those dots, or was he just a threat? )

Knew about him before they knew about me.

[So that's a thing. Has been a thing. Jack shrugs, indicating that there really isn't much he can do int his department--not for lack of trying, of course.]

Not sure where he is now.

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