Sometimes she had been older - for a few decades she's been a caring mother and grandmother. Sometimes, she'd been younger - reliving crucial parts of... her childhood and teenage years, most often in warped versions of her original memories.All of those lifetimes of knowledge - all of that slow learning and adapting - had been for this one final moment. The time before she returned to the "real world".It had been explained from the first day she arrived that only minutes would pass. She was. “Carriage 340, still floor 29.” She knew tumbler code A-1 was not the exit code. “Carriage 228, floor 25.” And as for the transfer rooms below floor 18, they were almost always showing her the blank wall of an interior transfer room. “Carriage 218, floor 25.” Aggie would have had to walk around to the opposite side of the room to see the exit. “Carriage 418, floor 31.”“One more jump to go,” said Emily in a gentle voice.“Tranquility base here,” Aggie replied, trying to crack a weak joke. “The. Amy. We would have never met if my life were different. I would never be this happy as I am with Amy or our children. There are times I wish we could all be together all of the time, but we all have our jobs to do. My work maybe hard, but everyday I do achieve something good and selfishly I love it. The world still loves me and I get thank you cards and fan mail everyday. I have many staff that took 6 months to open all my mail and sort through it all, the united world governments paying for it. After breakfast, I picked up the white, Gucci handbag that the clinichad provided for me. I headed out the door and into the working worldas a Japanese Office Lady instead of the American executive I had beenbefore.It was not until I got to work that I realized that my 'father' workedat the company as well. I was startled to see him, but not a word wassaid about my relationship to him. I suppose it was a fact that wasunknown or irrelevant to the others.I arrived early and was set to get to work.