After ten minutes of static buzz, Roman's image flickers on the screen of the control. He looks pale, looking bewildered by the surroundings. There are white pillars amidst a beautiful dropout of starlight and swirling nebulae.

"I'm fine... I think," Roman answers, after a moment he's lost in his thoughts and the painful nostalgia. "I know what this is," he mentions quietly. It's impossible, but he knows this place, it resembles.

"I was waiting for you, Romani Archaman." Another voice interjects, Roman immediately looks at the source off-screen.

Impossible. He-, he looks pale, as his eyes grow bigger. "Professor Lev?"