Micaiah peeks out from under Angela's wing and waves cheerfully.

"I'm Shell Bell, and this is my Sherlock," says Shell Bell.

"It's lovely to meet you. I nicknamed myself Angela," says Angela. "I seem to have arrived on a high-traffic day. Amariah and Kas met us when we first came in, and then Amariah recognized an alt of Sherlock - a male one - who was here for the first time, and then after they'd gone Stella was here, and now you."

"I guess if Stella's already met you I don't have to ask you if you want mint powers, then," says Shell Bell.

"She made the offer," acknowledges Angela.

"Why did you decline?"

"How did you know I declined?"

"I turned her down because I don't believe Jovah wants me to have that kind of power. For a moment Micaiah had me half-convinced that Stella was an instrument of Jovah, but he can't even hear me here. I went outside and tried praying for rain and none fell; he wasn't listening."

"...If I knew of someone who did not want Bell to have access to a mint," says Sherlock, "I would start to question that person's judgment on other matters."

"I - have no idea what to say to that," says Angela frankly. "I... well. Jovah isn't a withholding god or anything. When I'm home, if I pray for something, it falls. But our ancestors gave up a lot of less divine power to be able to live in harmony with each other, and Jovah carried them to Samaria, and I don't think suddenly disrupting that with a gift that cannot possibly have any connection to him would be wise. However tempting it is."

"We could ask an oracle," Micaiah suggests.

"We could. I think I'd want to make a trip to Gaza for that, though, Peninnah knows me well enough to let one strange question slide," says Angela, laughing weakly. "And if he says no, or if he's cryptic - he often is - I can't have any of those coins sitting around itching at me. So I'd have to hope to meet one of you again if Jovah said it was all right."

"We could come visit your world," says Shell Bell. "I promise not to use magic in unapproved ways on your world or give you powers unless Jovah says it's okay, but then you wouldn't risk being stuck without access to them for years if it did turn out to be fine. I mean, if you want to go on a trip, Sherlock," she adds. "But I think I could use a vacation from dealing with Coin, and all the appeals from the moon, and - everything."

"I think that would be lovely," says Sherlock.

"We should ask Tony if he wants to come before we go anywhere, though."

"Oh, that's right, Sherlocks usually come with Tonies, I remember Amariah asking the one from earlier about his. Apparently that one died. I'm glad yours is intact. If only the door functioned a little more cooperatively we could organize some kind of - not reunion, but a possibly comforting meeting."

Micaiah looks at Sherlock with concern. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. But I doubt that other Sherlock is."

"He - I don't remember the exact words. He said that some vampires killed Tony and also Jarvis - you're the one who doesn't have a Jarvis, yes? - and turned him into a vampire as well, and then he killed those responsible and started looking for a reason not to set himself on fire, and he found a Bell alt I've written some secondhand notes about from his description. Temporary nickname of Juliet. And she's - diverting enough, I guess? Amariah wound up going to his world with him to cast some protective magic over Juliet."

"That's awful. I'm not sure if meeting an alt would help, though. I'm not sure how I'd react if I met an alt of a dead loved one. Sherlock, what do you think, is it worth going out of our way to look for that one?"

"It is."

"Will do, then. Angela, do you know if he's distinct in some obvious way from the other other Sherlock?" Pause. "Sherlocks might also need to start picking nicknames."

"Well, Amariah could tell almost immediately by looking at him that something was different with his soul. I don't know if that's a sense you have or can acquire; she said it was related to her daemon, or being accustomed to daemons, or something."