Latest story idea: two friends who are a couple visit Nikita on what turns out to be the third anniversary of her adopted father's death. She doesn't want a big gathering like a funeral, but a wake was described to her as 'a big party, designed to give the departed a jolly send off. Which didn't sound right to her either. They decide to have an Irish wake. Which Lena describes as away to memorialize the dead and celebrate life at the same time. 3 glasses of Irish Whiskey are raised in a toast and Nikita says in her native tongue: A Chairde, a Theaghlaigh, a Dhia, cibé duine é sin. To Friends, to Family, to God, whoever that may be.
Nikita, an officer at the department of extra-normal operations detects a ship making a flyby and searches her own book-marked memories to identify the design. Winn Schott is looking at her mesmerized.
Nikita: We are about to have a flyby from some friendly visitors. Still not sure if they have any particular interest in us.
J'onn Jo'nzz: Who exactly are they?
Nikita: Phorians. (she smiles faintly.) I'm sorry the similarity between 'Phorian' and 'Euphorian' always makes me laugh.
Winn Schott: And why is that exactly? (He thinks she's referring to the feeling of euphoria being somehow connected to the Phorian race)
Nikita: The Euphorians are cousins to my own race.
Winn Schott: (considers) Good reason.
אישה, תעלה
Isha- ta ale
'ayatuha almar'atu, qum
woman, rise
איזה בית נהדר
Asa bite meh-he dal
quelle belle maison
What great house
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