They want a fourth. A fifth. A sixth. A seventh.
And then Downside is going down.
He is in a stone box in a dark room in someone's basement, and he is crying.
Well, Stella can open the box and let him out. "What happened to you?" she asks softly, though she fears she already knows.
"Can I call you Whistle, is that all right? You don't have to be stuck there anymore, me and a bunch of my friends have come to fix Downside," murmurs Bella. She touches his hand, half-reflexively.
It takes him a few tries to form words.
"I want to get out of here," he says hoarsely.
"Okay." Where to go, where to go - she winds up picking the office in the catacombs. Amariah has already been and gone about remodeling it. "Okay, here we are, now."
"...Queenie," he says. "I was Queenie. For a while."
"Okay, Queenie. I came and found you special because I know a lot of versions of you from a bunch of other worlds."
"Several. Nearly as many as I know copies of me. I think - I could be wrong, but I think - that one of them was stuck where you were stuck. She's okay now. You'll be okay too eventually."
"Oh, sure I will," he says dismissively. "Any of these other me's around here?"
"Not here here. But -" She blinks, tilts her head; she's gotten a message - "In a while, probably a day or so, a bunch of us are going to have a party near where I live, and some of you will be there. I could bring you."
"You could go back to wherever you live - reside - here, if you like, or I could take you back to my world ahead of time and introduce you to the copy of you who lives there," shrugs Stella. "I don't know about long-term. I don't know how long ago you died or if there's anything much for you to go back to."
"Oh, I don't want to go back," he says. "Why would I want to go back? I liked it here just fine until... mm. You know."
"I do know. You could also wait in Milliways until the party," shrugs Stella.
Jane picks them up and puts them down in her installation point in the moon palace.
[Alice, brought an alt of you home. He got grabbed by the same guy who got Shell Bell. Come visit?]
"Look at you," he says delightedly. "Fluffy little thing, c'mere—"
And now they're making out. Well, that was predictable.
[Hey, Anna, Sandy, I met alts of you.]