Beacon. Something in her stomach churns, familiar. No image attached, but feelings - apprehension, resignation, frustration, understanding - flicker across her face. She blinks, and realizes to her own shock how close she is to tears.

To hear something so common as to near mundane in the nearer life she remembers sound so solemn aches. Gathering resolve, she nods.

"You're saying it like a goodbye. Am I headed...back, someplace? There?"