In front of her was an utterly black figure, so black that any texture was lost, with two glowing magenta ovals for eyes. It spoke in strange, ubiquous tones that sounded like hundreds upon hundreds of faint whispers layered upon each other. Surrounding it was a swathe of a pale, light purple, mist-like substance, which seemed to drift off its body. Suffice to say, it was not in the least reassuring. "Where, when and what universe are you from?" The figure seemed not to be overly adamant on pleasantries.