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was moving.

The door slid open and he saw the group of representatives from the League of Non-Aligned Worlds. They bustled into the room and all began to speak at once. It was everything that Vir could do to shush them into relative silence, for he felt as if his head was going to explode if he didn't take immediate action to stop the din. "What is it?" asked Vir with impatience. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Thirteen hundred hours," said the Brakiri.

Vir blinked in surprise. He'd completely lost track of time.

"It is?" he said incredulously. "One in the afternoon? Really?" He realized he'd probably fallen asleep in front of the mirror and hadn't even realized it. "Well... what can I do for you? And whatever it is, can it be done at a later time?"

"We aren't entirely sure that Sheridan is putting the needs of the League at its appropriate level of importance," said the Bra-kiri, coming straight to the point. "We think you can do something about that."

"M-me?" asked Vir in confusion.

"We want you to talk to Sheridan," said the Drazi. "He listens to you. You are one of his inner circle."

"I... don't think I am, no," Vir said, shaking his head violently ... which proved to be a rather drastic mistake, as he leaned against the wall and waited for the room to cease spiral-ing about him. "Londo, he listens to. I'm not Londo."

"You're not?" asked the Drazi, and when the others gave him a look, he shrugged. "All Centauri look alike to Drazi," he said by way of explanation. "No offense."

"None taken," said Vir, who hated to admit that all the Drazi tended to look alike to him, as well.

"That doesn't matter," the Brakiri told him. "In fact, that might be something of an advantage. Mollari always has his own agenda. If you speak to Sheridan
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