The video opens up to Keith near the entrance to the training hall late in the evening. He's already changed out of his workout clothes and showered. But his face is still flushed, and it's clear he's tired from a long day with Coby training him to death.]

Good evening citizens of Exsilium! I really hoped all of you enjoyed our little beach trip last month! While it strictly for business I cannot say I didn't take advantage of the fantastic weather out there!

Moving on, I'd like to pose a question, and again another question to all of you!

Number one! What are heroes like in your world? I've seen a few of you who seem to be in the business and I'm curious to how they operate in your world, if you please.

Second question! Are any of you dog owners or even fans of them in particular? I would like to be able to get to know you all so one of us can look after our pets while we're away on missions or can arrange playdates for our lovely animals. I think it would benefit all of us involved.

Have a nice day!

I wanted to keep an open mind.

[ The voice over the device is quiet. It's a melancholy, apologetic tone, but one that might be familiar to the few he has chosen to talk since arriving. ]

I had hoped that a different world would prove me wrong. That an era so far into this world's future would have shown me that not all worlds are alike. That the kind, loving creature described to me by an old friend in my own world as 'humans' might truly exist, even if they don't in Earth Land. [ A beat. ]

The United Earth are evil. It is people like them that brought me into existence in my own world. The kind of people who seek terrible power and use it to kill and to oppress. The same sin committed era after era in my own world, which invariably ends in tragedy and death. The history that people never learn from, choosing instead to repeat over and over again.

[ Zeref pauses. But before making his final decision, he has one last question that needs answering. ]

Is this how it is in other worlds as well?

[Sorry, guys. She's one of those newbies.]

For God's sake. Really? This has got to be a first. Do these people even know who they're taking in? What am I even going to do here? I'm just a radio host back home, not - whatever you think I am.

[She is no soldier worth kidnapping, no, not at all, thank you very much.]

I can't do this.

I won't do this.

[Look. She's even throwing in a pause to show how serious she is.]

Besides, Fred wouldn't begin to know what to do without me. My fiancé? I have a life back home, you know, and it can't wait. So - you ought to put me back. As soon as possible, if that's not too much trouble.

[She has spoken. ... Then she starts to press random buttons because what am this technology.]

... Hello? Can anyone hear me?

[...

beep beep beep]

[Virus smiles at the camera, sitting straight, both hands in front of him as he raises his brows.]

I must admit I was a little surprised to end up somewhere like this, however I think it’s interesting. Being brought to another world, given a weapon, an allowance, and a place to live in return for helping this group out sounds like something out of a game, doesn't it?

Tell me, what is the general feeling of this? I’m curious. Does everyone just go along, or is there some reluctance to listen to our hospitable employers? Because in the end isn't that all we are?

Employees to serve a purpose.

How rude of me. I am Virus; I can’t expect you to answer my questions without giving an introduction in return. I look forward to hearing your answers.

[ The video clicks in and Dinah is sitting comfortably inside some building, munching a hotdog. ]

Someone please tell me there are cheeseburgers in this watery hellhole. Mr. Pinkerman, I think I at least found a temporal alternative.

[ You just give her a moment to finish devouring the hot dog. Once she’s done, she’s ready to get down to business. ]

Oooookay, so I got the You’ve Been Chosen! Tour, saw the sights, got myself soaked wet and found the dirtiest, smelliest and cheapest hot dog stall that has ever been put in a corner. Exsilium, huh?

[ She shrugs, her tone casual, but those who know her might notice the tension in her shoulders and the sharpness in her eyes. ]

Sure beats Apokolips any given day in my list of worlds to suddenly get zapped into. I mean, if you can work out the plumbing issue… [ She points at the rain that can be seen in the window behind her. ] It would be great, really.

Anyway, I’m not much into whining. Name’s Dinah, Dinah Lance, and if you’ve seen a trigger happy…uh, blonde, do let me know. Babs, Helena, Zinda, if you’re hearing this, I’m starving, so be the friends you’re supposed to be and get me something to eat.