Freya handed Kira a small device containing the image of the cryptic message. "Can you crack the code?"
“You’re stuck here too,” she said. “Answering. Always answering. Never asked.” She held out her hand. “Come home. Ask me something for once.”
The mother-thing’s hand trembled toward hers.
"Freya von Doom," Kira said, her voice low and husky. "I've been expecting you. You're looking for answers, I presume?"
