Well, well, well, what have I found here... [France leans in close and peers at the vine.] It seems I have been abducted by some truly horrible people, non? How should I deal with such a thing?

[Taps on the mirror.] Le chaton a-t-il indiqué la vérité? Can you lovely mademoiselles hear me? Ah, someone as wonderful as moi really cannot be held for too long, I am a busy woman.

... Angleterre? This seems like something you would enjoy but if you wanted my company so badly you could have just called. Honestly.

[ Caprica has been avoiding Gaius's house ever since she accidentally conjured it from her memories. Once she considered trying to burn it down, but eventually decided she couldn't bear it. The original is already ash and splinters because of her; she doesn't want to repeat that.

But inevitably, she's back there again, sitting on the balcony, where a tendril of the Vine has crept its way up the side of the house — it's becoming part of this place. She has a cocktail glass of something a dull green color — ambrosia and rum, almost unbearably sweet, but she likes it that way — and she's staring off past the mirror, watching the lake as the sun begins to set over it.

When she speaks, her tone is idly curious, or seems that way. She still doesn't look at the mirror. ]

What do all of you miss? From home.

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[The mirror opens on a young woman sitting cross-legged in a clearing. Her expression is blank.]

I have been instructed to use "the Vine." This appears to be a complex communications system disguised as a natural growth. I will follow instructions.

Stand by. Reaching conclusion...

Conclusion: trauma has caused me to form a vivid inner world wherein all military and political concerns are void. I was unaware I was capable of such elaborate human forms of denial.

[A pause.]

Shall I be comforted by the knowledge that I am? In accordance with most stories of such things, other people from my past will now manifest as representations of facets of my personality and discuss this matter with me. Please begin. Please begin. Please begin.

Diana?

[The mirror turns on to show one wide-eyed redhead gaping with a scroll in hand. She is still wearing only the default white gown because, well. She hasn't found her things yet.]

Whoa. The cats were right! Wow, that sure was a lot of stuff to read, but I guess it was worth it! Even if I did skip most of it, but I got this thing to work, so I won't worry about the other things and just--

Um, hello! My name is Sora. Can anyone actually hear this? I think I'm very, very lost. Or dreaming. I don't feel like I'm asleep, but I think that would explain a lot, especially since I've had dreams like this before. I guess that, uh, if I'm lost, I'd like to know how to get back to the academy and if I'm dreaming I'd like to get woken up--no offense to the Queen! She seems really nice and I bet this place is great even if it's only in my head, but I have have to hurry and get back to saving the princesses.

Time is very important!

Am I supposed to pay this thing quarters like a pay phone...? Crap! I don't have any change! I don't even have pockets in this.