"Wait! Where in Canada should I be getting us to?"

"I am pretty sure Tyelcormo's driving at you at several times the speed limit, so probably have him take you? It's not as if we have a street address."

She snorts. "Assuming we can pry him off Idaia long enough."

"Rent a trailer or something. They can stay in the back and occasionally osanwe you all directions."

She giggles. "That works."

"It's good to hear you alive again."

"Yeah. We missed you."

"Shoulda figured it out sooner."

"Right back atcha. Macalaure was totally Elvis, wasn't he."

"Yep. He's become a pop star and then tragically died, like, four times now."

"I'd probably find that funnier if you hadn't presumably in fact all died tragically."

"It was pretty fucking ugly. Has no one given you, like, the whole story yet? I can imagine Dad just forgetting you might want to know it."

"Your dad is teaching his smol all of science. It didn't occur to me to find it the least bit strange that he didn't explain what happened since we died."

"Also. We're not going to want to repeat it several times for the many alternate dimension versions apparently present."

"Maybe you could write it down and distribute it that way."

"Sure. I'll email you or something."

"Okay." She gives him her email address.

"Had it. Nelyo. Congrats on getting into MIT, by the way."

"Thanks. I've sort of been using overachieving as a coping mechanism."

"I've never met anyone who does that."

"Noo, I don't fit in with you guys at all!"

"Plan was to steal a Silmaril off the surface of Venus and start over in another star system, does that sound good?"

"Sounds lovely, although it might get revised what with Bella and Smol Feanaro showing up."

"Yeah, I think you have as much to explain to us as vice versa. Canada. Or send me an email, if you'd rather."

"How long do you think it's going to take Tyelcormo to get here?"