The prothean cipher had been less gentle, but it really is like a fever dream, every time. This one is weirder than any of the rest, not because it's so different from what she knows, but because it's so similar. She should have known better than to the Horizon for relief. This is where it gets you, violently yanked sideways into a bizarre version of familiar events where you're...

"Who the hell is this?" Shepard says. In other instances, she'd been able to speak to the person in question. Is it— No, no recognition from either of the man's companions. He's tall, and firm-jawed, moving with conviction and—

Let's cut to the chase. I need you for a mission.

"Hey, that's my line," Seriously, who was this guy? "Thane?"

Has to be Thane, then. There's nobody else it could be; at the very least, she knows he's somewhere here, on the planet.

"Thane! Snap out of it!"