[Did we at least interrupt something that was worth all those squares to stop? Does a guy with a couple thousand Defenders dancing in rings around him underground after having them smash up some beehives amount to world-destroying business?]

[Yes,] he says. [It absolutely does.]

[What would motivate someone who lives in a world to destroy it?] Bella asks, bewildered.

[I have no idea,] says Giles. [And yet, they keep trying.]

[At approximately what frequency?]

[Oh, once every few years,] he says. [Most of them wouldn't succeed even if they weren't stopped, of course.]

[I think I know why there are so many worlds similar to ours out in the multiverse,] says Bella dryly as she pulls up to her house. [I think if there weren't about a billion to start with, by now there'd be zero, so the fact that I've met representatives from two nearby worlds while the others all seem to be special snowflakes just means that at least Sunshine-type worlds have not yet dwindled to nothing.]

...Giles lets out a snort of laughter over the brainphone.

[I'm going to bed. I'm beat. Thanks for all your help with looking up of things!] says Bella.

[It's what I'm here for,] he says. [Goodnight.]