"Thank you, love."

He holds her. They don't say much more. Eventually he kisses her and pulls her upstairs and they go to bed.

A week passes. The Foundation does not contact her.

And then someone rings her doorbell.

Ned, rather cheered up after a week of his wife being home, is the one to answer the door. "Hello."

"Hello, Ned I presume? I'd like to speak to Dr. Kirsch if she's available."

There's a second man, standing slightly back from the door, unobtrusive but very aware of the situation. He's dressed plainly and does not visibly have any weapons, but he holds himself like he's in the middle of a warzone and might be called into battle at any moment.

"You ruined the setup of our little joke," objects Ned, "I'm supposed to tell you that I'm Dr. Kirsch... Miranda!"

"Coming!" She appears down the stairs a half-minute later. "Oh, hello, Kyoya. Which one are you?"

"Ah," he says, "so that's it. I'm the local one. Sorry to bother you at home, but I was hoping you'd be willing to answer some questions for me."

"I'd say you can come in but your friend there doesn't look like he's in houseguest mode."

"Ah, that's understandable. Would you be willing to speak with me somewhere more public, like a coffee shop?"

"Sure, I can meet you at the Starbucks ten blocks that way if you like." Point.

He nods.

"Is now a good time, or should we meet later?"

"Now's fine."

"I'll see you there."

They leave.

She brings Ned. He can walk home if Kyoya didn't mean to invite him. Ned walks her into the Starbucks.

He's waiting at a table with a coffee. 

His bodyguard is pretending to read a book at another table.

Miranda sits with him. Ned goes to get them hot chocolate.

"So, hi."

"Hi. You seem to know more than I do about the current situation."

"They didn't tell you anything? - Are you at all worried that the other patrons or the baristas will hear, or do you have something for that, or do you assume they'll think we're talking about a game or something?"

"Role-players or video-game enthusiasts are more plausible than anything we say actually being real and I'm not planning on bringing up anything that would prove otherwise."

"Okay. So, I met your - twin, duplicate, alt, is there a preexisting term of art? in the IKEA and we stuck together for the time I was there until we found the exit." Ned returns with hot cocoa for himself and for Miranda. "Thanks, love. And he and I came out together and the guards chloroformed him or something and dragged him off - I assume it wasn't literal chloroform, call it metonymy. I don't know what's become of him since, I hope he's all right, but it sounds like you don't know either."

"Alt works. I could guess what happened to him, but I can't say for sure. Did he say what year he was from?"