Celia is looking down at her cookie when she finally opens her mouth to speak. It's difficult to put to words; what happened to her was definitely not normal. A small part of still believes that the vision was the product of work-related stress. She had been at the tail-end of development for a new product when Prometheus' building was destroyed in one of the alien attacks. Like all of Prometheus' employees, she was still waiting on news regarding the fate of her company.

But another part of her, the part of her who accessed the network and was convinced of his validity. She just wasn't sure she wanted to accept it.

"That evening, when I watched the news, I saw something," she says softly. "Something like a dream. I was being introduced to a group of people for the first time. I was really nervous because I knew this was important."

Nothing particularly new there.

"Astrophysics, mobile suit engineering, regeneration treatment, piloting," she says. "They said I was good at all of that."

Celia presses her lips together pensively. "They called me Anew Returner."