They brought Diana food and water at random intervals. Whether they just forgot Diana was locked in that small room or were just trying to confuse her, she could not tell. Thankfully, the officers had not cuffed her to the table and she used the free time to exercise in private and examine the room.

The room was functional, save for the large dark mirror in the wall across from the table and chair. She could not yet determine what its purpose was. Had she not mapped out the layout of the building, she would have thought it was an outside wall and the window had been darkened for privacy, but she knew that its opposite face was another room. Perhaps it had been installed backwards, and she was supposed to be staring at a black nothingness while the occupants of the second chamber could examine themselves in a mirror. It was a logical explanation.

She sighed and laid down in a corner, staring up at the wall. Her stomach growled. It had been over twelve hours since a scared little blond boy had scurried in and removed her meal plate. Diana had not seen anyone since. She already knew how many tiles lined the roof and how many floorboards there were. What she did not know was why they were keeping her here and what they were planning on doing with her.

Diana had not seen the constable, Sousa, since she had told him about the bird. He had stormed out in a fury of rage, annoyed because he knew he had gotten to her yet she still persisted to tell him nonsense. A carrier pigeon was more common that what she could have told him. Then they would have locked her up in one of the white rooms Steve had warned her about. Not that it could hold her if she wanted to get out.

Why didn't she? Diana turned on her side, resting her head on her forearm. It's not like as if she could get to Themyscira anyways.

She wanted the chief, Thompson, back. She wished someone would just throw her a bone, to say something that would allow her to understand their mindset and how she might go about convincing them to let her go free. She did not want to force her way out, it would cause more harm than good. It would put everyone on high alert, and, if she did not make it to the island, she would have no home in the mortal world.

~~~~~

Peggy awoke with a start.

"Miss Carter!" A concerned voice shrieked, running into her room.

Heaving, her brow soaked with sweat, she sat up in her bed. "I'm alright," she whispered, "it was just a bad dream."

The girl shook her head, her juvenile face furrowing. Peggy chuckled. Over the past few weeks, she'd made a friend in one of the younger Amazon, a girl from the twelfth century who called herself Aliena. She was just a marvel, overjoyed with the freedoms of being an Amazon. Aliena, apparently, came to this island upon her death, not an uncommon occurrence as Peggy now knew. Aliena had been a victim of the fighting when her village was pillaged. She grabbed a butcher knife and tried to dismember the horse of a commander who was burning down the houses. The mounted soldier cut her head clean off, apparently, but she had died in battle, carrying a weapon and had been given the option to go to the island or the afterlife.

At first, Queen Hippolyta had limited Peggy's contact to the original greek Amazons, worried that the agent would go rampant if she knew that many brave women came here in death. Only after the queen was assured that Peggy would not make such a fuss and was well aware that she had come here in her mortal body, was she then allowed interacting with the vast majority of the island. They had clicked instantly. There was something about her that Peggy liked.

Aliena crossed the room. She was wearing nothing but a long short and sandals, her short brown hair wild from the wind. The girl, merely sixteen, climbed up onto the bed and sat cross-legged beside her friend and rested her head on the agent's shoulder.

"Fine people don't holler like a banshee," she said.

Peggy chuckled again, shaking her head. "It was just a bad dream."

"Was it prophetic?" Her brown eyes lit up with wild excitement.

"I doubt it."

"But you got to see the Oracle! Shouldn't you be having prophetic dreams?"

"How would I know?" Margaret retorted, making Aliena snort. The agent wrapped her arms around her friend. "You've been here longer, shouldn't you know this stuff?"

"Shut-up." They both snorted. "Seriously though, are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes," Peggy said definitely.

"What were you dreaming about?"

"This thing called Zero Matter."

Aliene stopped her. "I don't understand your science, you can stop there."

"I don't really understand it either, don't worry. It was like, from another dimension or something and it turned people evil and made them crave power. Also, it did this thing where it made whoever touched it but wasn't its host turn cold and freeze everything around it."

"Sounds like the work of the devil," she lamented.

"It was."

"But there's more?" She guessed and Peggy nodded.

"Yes. I was dreaming, well, I guess it doesn't matter. I was dreaming..." she stared off into the distance, remembering times long lost.

"Was it a man?"

"Seriously? You're too young."

"My brother was worried I'd die a spinster because my younger sister was already married. Sixteen is spinsterish."

"I swear, something I think we lived in different worlds."

"We did," the girl replied solemnly, "at least you got a job in your war." Aliena though Peggy had died in her war just as she had done. Peggy had been forbidden from telling the majority of the island about the fact that she had not been selected by the gods for eternal life on the island. Absolutely forbidden. "And your dad didn't try to sell you to some wealthy pig farmer. I only got out of it because he was drafted into service and everyone knew he was too old to live long. What's it like to be in love?"

"Amazing," she replied, hugging Aliena. "It's like the world's brighter and has more purpose. And everything feels good."

"That doesn't mean anything."

Aliena sat with Peggy for a while before eventually getting up to go to her assignment for the day. Peggy still did not have a large part in the work schedule. She was supposed to focus on her training. She sighed. Today she would have to take the day off. She had not lied to Aliena, not exactly. She had dreamed a bit about the Zero Matter, but just a bit. She'd dreamt mostly of the station, that she was imprisoned in the interrogation room and that Thompson had been fuming--when wasn't he fuming?-- and that they'd found Steve, only she could not get to him, because she was on Themyscira. It always amazed her how she could dream herself in two places at once, laying on the wooden floor and stuck here in her bed, and still be helpless to do anything.