"You wrote me a letter? No, I didn't think to check my mail -" He does so. He looks at her letter. "Well how about that. That was good thinking."

"Rozben and the man at the library helped!" she says cheerfully, and then she remembers that she has to explain things. "I died and now I am a demon," she says to Kalia.

" - yes. Yes you did. But it's OK now, OK? You can come back as often as you want, I just have to summon you."

"OK!"

Cam writes to Rozben, explaining.

Zana tells her aunt all about how Hell is pretty good, it has Rozben and libraries and her purple spaceship wagon. It doesn't have her family and she was really sad about that, except now she's home and Auntie Kalia is here and that means it's going to be OK.

"The man at the library said that Mommy and Daddy are in Limbo. He didn't know how to get them back, can we get them back too?"

"Not right now. People in Limbo are very far away and nobody in the whole universe knows how to summon them. We can send them letters, though."

"OK! I wrote part of a letter but letters are hard. Can I see Connor?"

Kalia considers this. "Yeah, you can see Connor, I just have to get him. Can you play with Cam for a bit?"

"OK!"

"I'm writing a letter to Rozben so he'll know where you went," Cam tells her.

"That's important. Rozben is pretty good. He doesn't know how to make a dragon but he does know how to make a purple spaceship wagon."

"Hopefully with this letter he won't be worried about you. He won't know for sure just from you disappearing that you went to your aunt and not a random summoner."

Zana nods solemnly. "I was gonna be summoned if I couldn't find you but Rozben said it would take a long time."

"Yeah, it would. I've been summoned lots of times and your aunt's the only one who let me talk, ever. Plus, if somebody else were summoning you, then she couldn't."

"Ohhhh. How come they don't let you talk?"

"They think I'd convince them to do something they don't want to do, so they don't let me have the chance."

"They shouldn't do things they don't want to do!"

"I know, but they're worried they'll change their minds."

"Are you really good at changing people's minds?"

"Not especially."

"Then people shouldn't worry," says Zana, solemnly.

She sits down and tries conjuring another ice cream cone, frowning when it doesn't work.

"Right now you're under a binding that means you can't make anything. If someone was watching you, and they saw you make something, they'd know you were a demon, and right now that needs to be a secret."

"Ohhhhh," says Zana. It had not occurred to her that her magic was a secret. "Can I have different ice cream?"

"I can make you ice cream. Different how?"