"Hello! I'm Suzanna Teller. I know all my letters but I can't read many words and I get the vowel sounds wrong sometimes. I am trying to find out where my mommy is and Auntie Kalia says that librarians know lots of things."

"...okay," says the curator. "Uh, could you maybe pick your favorite of these people who want to adopt you so the others will go away? This is too many people."

"I'm not going to be adopted. I already have a mommy and a daddy and an auntie."

"Yeah, so does everyone who gets adopted, but they're not here. These people all want to look after you while you're here in Hell, all right, so pick one to do that, or at least tell most of them they're out of luck."

"I don't even know any of these people!" says Zana. She is not sure how she can pick someone to look after her even for a while when she doesn't know anything about any of them. "This one made a cool purple spaceship wagon but I think parents also have to do things that are not making purple spaceship wagons. My mommy can't make any purple spaceship wagons and she's still my mommy."

"Okay, I mean, you can also find someone else later, but I can't work under these conditions and they're waiting on you to say you don't want them," the curator says, waving at the crowd.

"I WILL STAY WITH THIS GUY FOR NOW," says Zana, pointing to the demon who made her purple spaceship wagon. "THANK YOU ALL, YOU ARE VERY NICE."

There is some mild protesting but the other demons all elbow each other out of the curator's annex. The spaceship contest winner beams at her.

"Okay," says the curator. "So you want to know where your mom is, I'm gonna... check, but I'm gonna do it in a box," he makes a box, "in case there's stuff you wouldn't wanna see." And he peers into the box.

Zana doesn't know what this means but she figures that librarians probably know what they're doing. She nods at the curator and waits expectantly.

"Your mom died and she's in Limbo," he concludes. "This doubles as a postal office if you want to send her a letter."

"I would like to send a letter! I don't know how to write it so someone else will have to do that. Where is Limbo?"

"Limbo's another place, like how Heaven and Hell and Fairyland and the mortal world are different places."

"Ohhh. What about Daddy and Connor and Auntie Kalia, can you find them?"

"Yeah - I need Connor's last name, or how he's related -"

"Connor is my brother and his name is Connor Teller."

"Your dad's in Limbo too. He's not near your mom, but they have ways they can find each other if they want, they just haven't done it yet," reports the curator. "Your aunt and brother are still alive and they're on... Pluto."

"That's good, that's where they're supposed to be. Dad is also supposed to be on Pluto but it's good that he'll be able to find Mommy soon."

"Okay, so now you know where your family all are. And you're here in Hell, in case that wasn't clear. Is there anything else you need to know?"

"Can I see any of them?"

"None of them are in Hell. There will be a Limbo concordance in a few years but it's all taken up by the train to get them things, no room for visiting."

"A few years is a long time," says Zana, solemnly. "I can send a letter to Mommy and Daddy, though?"

"Yeah. They'll get it in a few years. Do you think they knew you summoned somebody?"

"No, they weren't there. Auntie Kalia is a summoner, though. Can I see Auntie Kalia?"

"She's still alive. We don't have a way to tell her to summon you, and even when she dies she might go to Heaven or Fairyland instead."

"That's a problem," says Zana, seriously. "Thank you, you've been very helpful. I will come back when I have a letter to mail."