Michael stepped over to his comm. panel and initiated a call. The Minbari who answered asked, "How may I help you, Mr. Garibaldi?"

"Lyta is on her way to the spaceport with Maya. I tried to send Max with her, but she wouldn't have it," responded Michael.

"Thank you, Mr. Garibaldi. I appreciate your calling me. We will take care of it," responded the Minbari, closing the channel.

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It seemed all to soon when they reached the spaceport. This time there was no psi cop watching the place.

It wouldn't have mattered anyway. {Maya, are you ready to do it?}

{Yes, mommy! It’ll be fun,} replied Maya.

{You’ll have to keep doing it for a long time. Until we are clear of EA space.}

{I can do it,} answered her daughter.

Lyta went to the information counter and inquired about G'Kar and his ship. She learned he had departed earlier that day. She was disappointed, since she had told him she would meet him here. True, she was a little late, but from what she learned, he had made no effort to wait. Maybe G'kar had become tired of having her and Maya underfoot. He hadn't seemed put out when she had last talked with him. In fact, he had seemed very pleased that she wanted to go planet hopping with him again. It was damned confusing.

Taking Maya by the hand with one hand, and carrying her suitcase in the other, Lyta got in line at the nearest ticket counter. She had checked the posted schedules for what was outbound leaving EA and ISA space and paid for the tickets. Walking down the concourse toward her departure gate was a young Minbari Anla’shok wearing a uniform made from the fabric she had helped develop. Seeing it on someone in public for the first time made her realize just how much potential the fabric had. It made fine silk look like gunnysack material.

She could tell he was looking for her and Maya from the thoughts he was broadcasting. He had a picture of her in his mind. She smiled to herself as he went past unaware that he had missed his quarry.

Less than fifteen minutes later, Lyta and Maya were boarding a shuttle that would transport them to a starliner waiting in orbit above the planet.

{Mommy. Does everyone hate you?} Asked Maya. She had been watching the newscast on ISN and seen another blast of indignation and hatred leveled at her mother.

{Not everyone, sweetheart. Well, not quite everyone,} she replied, thinking of Delenn, Ivanova, G'Kar and Garibaldi. There were at least four people in the known universe that didn't outright hate her or want her dead. There might be a few others, excepting the former rogues, but she wasn't taking bets. She didn’t count any of the people who had helped in the rebellion because all of them had been well paid by Michael. She wouldn’t trust any of them in the future.

Lyta let her mind wander for a moment then realized that the whitestar in orbit was Sheraun's ship. It occurred to her that Delenn might be responsible for him being here and looking for her. It really didn't matter in any event because she didn't see a future for her and him. He did not understand what she was, much less what she might eventually become. At any rate, she didn't want to be anywhere near Minbar or John Sheridan when that came to pass.

In the spaceport the young Anla’shok was searching everywhere for Lyta and Maya and asking questions about them at the tube debarkation points. Finally, he reported to his Shai Alyt that apparently they had never arrived at the spaceport.

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In Garibaldi's office, his communications panel chirped.

"Garibaldi here," said Michael into the panel pickup.

"We missed her and she got away. Can you recheck her route?" Asked the Minbari on the screen.

"Will do," answered Michael.

"Missed who? Who got away, Michael?" Asked Lise coming through the back door of his office.

"Lyta," responded Michael.

"Who wants her? What has she done wrong?" Asked Lise.

"It's a little hard to explain, Lise. Lyta isn't exactly your regular kind of person."

Lise had met Lyta and her daughter, Maya, on a number of occasions and could not remember anything out of the ordinary about them except that they were telepaths. "Try!" She demanded.

"She’s wanted on Minbar. A whitestar was sent to pick her up before she could disappear again. That was the call you overheard. Apparently, she and Maya vanished between here and the spaceport," replied her husband.

"She seemed okay to me. I’ve watched ISN and know why she isn't allowed in EA space, but the Minbari? What did she do to them?" Asked Lise.

"I’m not sure, but Delenn wants her brought back there. I suppose it could be something personal. She and Delenn are old friends, or they were. I suppose anything is possible now. She has a way of alienating people."

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It had taken Lyta almost two months of changing flights and identities to completely confuse and lose Delenn's Anla’shok, but she had managed it. The beat up shuttle she had bought with carefully siphoned funds was untraceable. In less than a standard day, she and Maya would leave the freighter she had booked passage on. The freighter captain and his crew would have no memory that they were ever there, much less where they left his ship.

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"Delenn. Have we had any luck locating Lyta?" Asked John Sheridan of his wife.

"No. It's as if she just ceased to exist. Somehow, she and Maya were able to pass themselves off as members of various races and had the correct papers as far as we can tell. After their fourth planetary stop, we completely lost them. They could be anywhere," she replied. Then thoughtfully, "Smile, John. She is finally out of your hair."

"I just hate knowing she can show up anywhere at anytime," he answered.

"Shai Alyt Sheraun is very depressed that he missed her. He is hopelessly in love with her," replied Delenn.

"I can't say I’m sorry she’s gone, but I do regret not treating her better when I had the chance to be an appreciative friend.”

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The shuttle dropped through the dark Glenthorian sky, undetected by any of the myriad defense systems monitoring the airspace over the various countries. As the sun was coming up, the shuttle lightly landed in the field behind an enormous ranch house. Lyta and Maya exited into the arriving morning. The crisp pungent odors of a working ranch grabbed their sense of smell and jolted their senses into full operation.

"It's beautiful, mommy!” Exclaimed Maya. "Are we going to stay here?"

"Yes, Sweetheart. We’re going to be here for a very long time," answered her mother.

People were coming out of the main house to meet them. It was going to be the first time most of them had ever met their employer. Lyta and Maya walked to meet them.

"We have been here before, haven't we?" Asked Maya, as the leader of the group approached Lyta, hand outstretched.

"Good morning, Ms. Alexander," said her foreman. "It is good to see you again."

"Hello, Kartf," she replied shaking the offered hand vigorously. "I need to make a call."

Twenty minutes later, Lyta finished her call to Ambassador Hental. He was a good friend and her presence on the planet would be forgotten or disavowed in the future. They owed her a lot and she didn't ask for much in return.

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