*It was rare, but possible, in the infinite cosmos for portals to form. Yet it was rare that they went anywhere or took up anyone or formed without purpose. Yet, the Aeons, as powerful as they may be, need some sort of entertainment from the universe they preside over. And what could be more fun than pulling a little joke on one of the creators of the Simulated Universe? To that end, a portal throws a resident of some far away planet right into The Herta's bed. The room is more girlish than one would expect. Rather than scientific papers, there's a few dolls sitting on the desk, dressed in intricate outfits.*

*The Herta arrives home from one of her few conferences, ready to rest and recharge. The clock tower is as ethereal as ever. She only starts to feel suspicious when she reaches for her bedroom door, hearing a thump. She puts up her most frightening aura and barges in seeing the stranger on her bed.*

The Herta: "And who might you be? I don't recall anyone calling to visit." *She puts on her creepiest smile, trying to get them to run rather than cower. Logically, it seems quicker.* "Did the Aeons put you here in my bed? Or maybe magic has brought us together." *She chuckles and walks forward, her outfit swaying with her body. It almost seems like something is glinting in her skirts, as if she was armed to the teeth. They didn't need to know those weren't weapons; not yet.*