"They did indeed do a very good job," she agrees. "I am probably the only girl outside the Capitol who can truthfully say her breasts were designed by an artist."

"Speaking of outside the Capitol. I've never seen anyone else from Panem here, and I do my very best to talk to everyone," says Shell Bell. "Even scary people who want to spend the entire conversation talking about how if we weren't in Milliways they'd like to drink my spinal fluid. Have you seen anyone else, besides Tony and me?"

"I have not," she says. "Was that an example from practical experience?"

"Yeah. I was nine. Creepy, ugly kraken, that guy. He didn't actually get any spinal fluid. Or any other fluid."

"Why spinal fluid," Sherlock muses. "Personal preference, or dietary requirement? Around here it can be difficult to tell."

"I think he was a human. Although plenty of folks just pass for it and aren't. I haven't had any luck getting superpowered aliens to come home with me. At least not yet."

"Have you met many superpowered aliens?" she inquires.

"A few. A surprising percentage of them speak English. A couple of the ones who didn't were telepathic, that was interesting."

"Yes, I imagine so."

"I hear that when me's are born where there's magic, we tend to have some. Not the world takeover kind. Just a defense. People are sometimes surprised when I tell them I can talk to telepaths."

"As far as I am aware, my alternates do not ordinarily possess magical powers. Although I believe at least one of them is a vampire."

"I heard of one of me being a vampire too. But it was third- or fourth-hand."

"I find it curious that we are both so oversupplied with other selves, when generally the people I meet here have few or none of their own."

"Maybe we're easy to produce. Or very likely to wind up interesting enough for Milliways. Or it entertains someone to put us together in a way it doesn't with most other collections of variants on a template," shrugs Bell.

"I have frequently suspected that whoever arranges the movements of the front door does so at least partly for entertainment."

Bell looks like she'd dearly like to say something snide but doesn't quite dare.

"Yes?"

"I wonder if me's keep running things where they're from, not because we're power-hungry, but because we're just easily annoyed by how things are run and have - well, not counting me - decent luck."

"It occurs to me that your luck may have just improved."

"Because you can get me to the capital and I can point my stick at stuff?" Bell asks. "I don't think that alone will help. I need to know more, have a look at stuff, maybe talk to your brother about building some things."

"Naturally," says Sherlock. "Would you like to meet him?"

"Yeah, but we don't know how the timelines work. And I can't really saunter into District Three. So unless he gets a lot of time off to visit shell-collecting clamdiggers on his Victory Tour..."

"I was thinking that I would leave you holding the door while I go and find him," she says. "It would not be long. Both the door and Tony are in our house."