"I'm more than capable of splitting myself in two," Silveria said. 

     "And what would be the point of that?" Gramps asked. 

​     "I can talk to you and talk to Trevor."

     "You leave Trevor alone," Adam said. "You hurt him, and I will literally spend the rest of eternity making certain you regret it." 

     "Such talk."

     "Trevor's one of ours. You hurt him, you pay." 

     "Noted."

     "We need you to put on some clothes, too," Gramps said.

     "This is how I choose to look. You value honesty? You gaze upon the True Silveria."

     "We're wasting time. At least appear like you're wearing clothes. I know you can do that." 

     Silveria frowned. She did not like being told what to do, especially in her own "kingdom".  Still, 

     It was like Gramps blinked, and, when he opened his eyes again, Silveria looked dressed in a three-piece business suit, all silver.

     "Better?" she asked. 

     "You wanted to talk?" 

     The ground beneath their feet rose. 

     Both Adam and Gramps went for their weapons. 

     "Don't panic," Silveria said. "I'm just taking you to my office." 

CONTINUE