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"Oh, shut up Joran."

Ezri mumbled to herself. He had never been this vocal before, well, before the Rite of Emergence. Which wasn't a mistake. He did help her catch the killer, not that Benjamin or the others would ever know. That would not be a fun conversation. 'Why no, Ben, I didn't use what I learned in Forensic Psychology, I just used Joran.' It would go so well. But now? Now she had to be vigilant. Ezri wouldn't be able to bury his personality as deeply as Curzon or Jadzia. And Ezri didn't have training in the first place. She didn't want to accidentally almost stab someone with a butter knife again. Talk about embarrassing. Benjamin hadn't been exactly understanding when that happened. Thank goodness Odo had come along, and taken the knife out of her hand before something really bad had happened.

Ezri had intended to take a walk along the Promenade, clear her head. That was until she wasn't in the Promenade anymore. She was in a bar. And it wasn't Quark's. It was....Ezri took a few steps toward a console. The U.S.S. Enterprise? Oh and they were at warp. The Trill put a hand on her stomach and another on her temple trying to fight back the wave of nausea and flashes of Torias' shuttle accident. Dying. Crashing. Oh no.

"Okay Ezri, you can figure this out. Just start by not barfing all over the security guard eating his lunch. He wouldn't appreciate that at all."

Ezri talked to herself.

"One. Wormhole aliens? Two. Spacial phenomenon? Three. I could just be going nuts. That's my clinical assessment of myself."

Ezri closed her eyes, trying to sort through eight other lifetimes of memories to remember if anyone served or visited the Enterprise D. That was....Curzon or Jadzia's time? Maybe she was just hallucinating memories. Did that happen? Maybe she should qualify that. Did that happen to her? It probably didn't happen to another other Joined Trill. That's Ezri, nothing easy for Ezri.

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"I'm sorry. I really am. I have a tendency to babble when I get nervous." She laughed a little at her own expense. " And then I'm not nervous! But, take it from me. This is bad. And not in the fun way." Although the part of her that was still Jadzia wondered if maybe Spock would show up. Or maybe Leonard McCoy and those hands. It hadn't been fair. Ben got to moon over Kirk and she didn't get to say hi to Leonard or moon over Spock. That much. It wasn't like Leonard would recognize her. Jadzia. Ugh. Pronouns. Who was she again?

"It happens to a lot of people." Or...whatever she is? "I'd offer to help, but I'm not sure I really can."

"It never happened to me before. Let's just say I had a life-altering experience and now I don't know who I am. And I babble. And am no longer right handed." Ezri was pretty sure this stranger didn't need to know that she had to check her gender every morning, just in case. That wasn't polite stranger conversation Ezri.

"I've had life-altering experiences but I've never had them change my identity or what hand I use. That must have been quite some experience." He's not asking though, because that would be rude. And none of his business.

"And one I was completely unprepared for. I don't recommend them--life altering experiences and all. Bubble baths are much more relaxing."

Too bad Dax wouldn't have just done as well with a nice bubble bath instead of her as a host.

"That's usually how they happen. Or at least the ones I've had. Which maybe weren't all that life-altering after all."

Pan wasn't very accommodating, either. Or...well, any of the other major events in his life.

"Not with this one. You're supposed to have training for this kind of life altering event. No years training and evaluation. I did get a 15 minute lecture though." Woo hoo for that.

"But enough about me. What about you? I'm Ezri by the way, a Counselor station on Deep Space Nine.

"It's better than a ten minute lecture." Right, that's probably not something to joke about.

"Neal. I'm a guest here, I guess you could say. Sorry, I don't know what Deep Space Nine is. There's still a lot I'm trying to learn."

"Well nice to meet you Neal. Where are you from originally? Deep Space Nine is a space station, in the Bajoran sector. Where you given an equally wonderful invitation to come here or did you come by choice?"

"I had never even heard of this place before I showed up here. I was just out for a jog when suddenly I was here." Not quite how it happened, but close enough.

"I'm from Earth originally. A place called New York." He knows enough at least to know that just the name of the city isn't always enough information.

"New York." Ezri gave him a grin, remembering Benjamin. "They have baseball there." With being friends with Ben for 3 lifetimes, what else could she think of?

"So you weren't exactly given an invitation either." Ezri mumbled to no one, unless Q was lurking around in which case she was talking to him. "Kidnapping and interferring with history are serious charges." And then to Neal she smirked. "Q. He showed up once on the Station. The Captain punched him and he never came back."

"There is baseball there." Plenty of other things too, but at least there's a reference point.

"I was not, no. It apparently had something to do with someone called Q. I've heard that...name?...mentioned before."