"You're not alone, you know," Elizabeth said, her voice quieter now, less the stranded queen and more the seasoned traveler. "The people I was calling for. Adam. Alex. Rebecca. They're like you. Absolute Beings. Each of a different… aspect, I suppose. They're powerful. Beyond anything you've probably imagined, even with what you just did."
Merlin's head tilted. A spark of something other than grief or weariness lit in his eyes. Curiosity.
"Adam is… well, he's Adam. He doesn't have a fancy title. He just is. And he rewrites rules. Alex is Existence. Rebecca is… complicated. But they're my friends. In a manner of speaking." She took a step toward him. "I can help you meet them. I can introduce you. But to do that, you have to get me off this world. Back to my own reality, or at least to a crossroads where I can signal them."
Merlin stared at her for a long moment. Then, the faintest hint of his old smirk returned. "Get you off this rock? That's it?" He shrugged. "Piece of cake."
