"Sure thing, kiddo."

Zana leaves the curator's annex and sits on the ground outside.

"I still have to find my mommy," she says tiredly. "But I think it's going to take a while."

Her spaceship-maker says, "Yeah. But you have forever, you know, you and her will both exist forever."

"Forever is a really long time, I guess. I can do a lot of things in a whole forever."

"Yes you can. Do you want to work on letters for your family next, or do something else?"

Zana frowns at her feet.

"Are you sure I'm a demon?"

"Yes. There's only ever demons here. Nobody else can be in Hell."

"Oh. But we can go back to where Connor and Auntie Kalia are if someone summons us?"

"Yes, but we don't have a way to tell them to do that."

Zana considers this.

"We could let someone else summon us and tell them that we need to go see Auntie Kalia."

"People don't let demons they summon talk, usually. Sometimes people get lucky, but it can take dozens of tries, and it can be pretty hard to catch a random summon."

Zana looks confused at the first part of this. She is kind of confused about why people are scared of demons, they seem like they are mostly pretty bad at doing things. "We can have dozens of tries though. We have a whole forever."

"That's true, but if we're concentrating on doing that you won't be able to do anything else in that time, because you'll be busy trying to catch a summon, and then busy being summoned, and it probably won't work."

She chews her lip. "So we should write the letter first?"

"I think the letter first, and then maybe you should have something to eat and some rest."

"I don't want to rest. I can eat something, though. Mommy says not to take things from strangers but I think Mommy didn't know I was going to get stuck in Hell for a bit."

"You can make it yourself, if you'd rather. You can make anything you can think of, whatever you'd like, you don't even have to worry about nutrition any more because you're magic." He makes a nacho for himself and eats it by way of example. "My name is Rozben."

"WOAH."

She supposes that this should have been obvious from the part where she's a demon now. If she's really a demon then she can make things, because demons can make things.

She makes herself a bowl of cereal.

"There you go!" he says, grinning. "Usually you want to be a little mindful about things like bowls, because you have to do something with them after they're made and you can't eat a bowl. But that was great."

She suppresses the urge to make fifty gazillion toys in the middle of the street. It is rude to leave things in the middle of the street and her mommy would be disappointed in her.

"Can we go to a different place where I can make a STAR. You should not make stars in the middle of the street because they are VERY HOT."

"Wow, a whole star! That will take weeks and weeks, you know, to get there and to make the star, because they're so big."

"WOW." Weeks and weeks is a long time. "We have a whole forever so we can do that. But we should write a letter first."

"Yup. I can write it down for you, and label it so it will go in the train to Limbo with everybody else's letters to Limboites."

"OK! I have to eat my cereal before it gets soggy, though."

She climbs back into the wagon and thoughtfully munches her cereal.

He pulls the wagon along. "I'm gonna take you to my house, okay? You can stay there as long as you need to. My girlfriends'll be excited to meet you."