"Thank you. Really. For everything. And for not being secretly evil, that's cool of you."

"You're welcome, of course."

She smiles weakly and goes off to find her nephew, who is about as traumatized as one might expect for a ten-year-old boy whose entire immediate family has just been killed. She takes him to a room in the new arcology that she declares to be hers now, tucks him into bed, and then returns to check on Cam's progress.

Meanwhile, in Hell, a new demon appears in the middle of an in-progress theatrical performance. Someone improvises a few lines (in a language Zana will never have heard before), picks her up, and quicksteps to the edge of the stage while winking at the audience to hand her off to a demon in the crew.

Crew rushes her away from the stage. "Hi there!" he says in a whisper. In Portuguese.

Zana is pretty concerned by all of this. She is pretty sure this is not what's supposed to happen when you get stabbed. Maybe the pirates knocked her out and now she's somewhere else, is that a thing that pirates can do? Also everyone here is a demon? Why is everyone here a demon?

"I need to talk to Mommy," she says, very seriously.

"I don't have your mommy here, okay? We need to get you out of the theater so they can finish their play, first thing," he says, switching to English when he hears it from her, though his accent is thickly Australian.

Zana is very suspicious of all of this. The bad men must have taken her mommy somewhere else. 

She looks for exits; she's going to have to find her mommy herself.

They are heading toward an exit, which seems to be some kind of automatic door and opens for them as they approach, and then they are on a street. Everyone on the street is also demons, highly varied demons wearing every sort of clothes and many sorts of body parts, walking and flying and chatting and singing and reading and playing in a great garden square around which the theater and other buildings is placed. The garden looks almost like a painting at first glance, the trees slightly too conveniently composed, the lighting a little inexpertly applied to the flowers and the shadows indecisive, but if Zana looks up she'll see there's no sun, only great lamps suspended above the plants.

Gosh. The bad men have taken her somewhere very weird and full of demons. Her mommy could be anywhere. 

She remembers that the last demon couldn't say anything, but that it came from the emergency kit and the emergency kit is supposed to help. Maybe these demons will be able to help? 

She tugs insistently on her current demon's arm. "Mommy needs help, the bad men are going to hurt her."

He sets her down on the street - more like a stone-paved path - that rings the garden. "I can't help with that, I'm sorry. I don't have a way to get there."

"But she needs help!" insists Zana.

"I believe you, kiddo, but we can't get there right now." As an afterthought he makes her some clothes; she didn't arrive with any. Now she is wearing overalls.

Demons sure are WEIRDLY USELESS.

She toddles off to find someone less weirdly useless. She's supposed to go up to a parent if she gets lost on a planet, but there aren't any parents, so she'll just have to find someone who looks vaguely parent-shaped.

The theater crew demon doesn't follow her. Some other demons are very interested in what she is up to and where she is going, though. They call out to her in various languages.

Zana ignores them; there's a rule where people who come up to you are shifty and people who you go up to are probably OK. She goes up to a lady in a fuzzy sweater.

"My mommy is in trouble," she says, very seriously.

The lady in the fuzzy sweater pats her on the head. "I'm not surprised. She'll be all right."

"No she won't be she's in trouble," says Zana. "The bad men are attacking the station and they made people scream and you need to help them."

"Little one, this is Hell, we can't get there unless somebody summons us."

Zana's eyes get very big.

"I am not allowed to go to Hell," she says.

Lady in fuzzy sweater sips her drink. "And yet here you are, and you're gonna be here a while."

"This is bad," says Zana, very seriously, and she toddles off to find someone who might be more helpful. 

She looks for some kind of really important-looking building where the government might live. Sometimes governments are good at stopping bad men from doing bad things.

A lot of the buildings look very fancy and the architectural styles vary enormously, but nothing looks unambiguously governmental. She is acquiring a small pack of parentally inclined stalkers.

Stalkers are concerning and she is very concerned about several things. But there are a lot of them and they are probably not all bad people who want to steal children. (She's unclear on whether getting stolen from different bad people is a good thing or a bad thing.)

"DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE THE GOVERNMENT LIVES," she asks everyone in the general vicinity.

There are scattered giggles. One of the stalker demons volunteers, "Hell doesn't have a government, sweetheart."

"WELL IT SHOULD." What other vaguely trustworthy institutions has she heard of? "IS THERE A LIBRARY SOMEWHERE."