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"You couldn't have: it's live."
"No...no." Laura pushed herself against the back of the chair. "I've seen this place before: it's my mother's hometown!"
Now she pushed herself forward, out of the chair, and lowered herself down to a kneeling position before the TV. A cobblestoned street, empty beneath a sun that never stopped shining on TV, rolled beneath the celestial camera. A sign in Danish hanging serenely above a neatly-painted storefront became close enough to be readable, and then an elderly woman, minus the walker she had used in the last years of her life, rounded a corner, smiling, and reached out her arms for the unseen observer.
"Oh my God!" Laura raised one hand to her mouth, and began to cry again.
Myers looked away from the birds in the trees below that he had been watching. "You know that person?"
"Do I know her?" Laura moved her hand from her face to touched the aged face on the screen. Then she pulled the hand back once more, her fingertips having left beads of tears on the elderly woman's eyes. "She's my grandmother!"
"This is something new." Myers stubbed his cigarette out against the bricks of the exterior wall, and left the butt on the sill. He moved to the VCR, to ensure that it was still recording. "We've never come across a CE whose identity we can verify."
"CE?" Laura asked absently as she continued to stare at the screen.
"Celestial Entity. We've seen them before, but never knew who they were or if they even had a temporal counterpart."
Laura stood up, and wiped at her eyes. "What is this, another experiment?"
Myers pulled his hands away from the VCR. "Of course not. I just thought, since we were watching it anyway--"