"Hey, you accidentally summoned a demon several years ago, this is him, please concentrate very hard on wanting him gone."

"I mean, yes, but this will probably involve visiting him in prison and my being unable to be accounted for afterwards and maybe prisons take a dim view of people entering and vanishing?"

"This is him, please wait half an hour after we leave and then concentrate very hard on wanting him gone. Or I show him a picture of you instead of having you come in in person or something."

"First one doesn't work if he's uncooperative. Actually none of it does unless we want to kill him, but the picture would do."

"That's true, but 'you have accidentally summoned a demon, you have no control over it, it wants to go home and will be pissed at you if you don't cooperate' would probably be enough to make him want you gone."

"This is true. Plus 'the demon can also get home by killing you'."

"That too. ...Hm, I was about to ask if you wanted me to put some music on, but you'd probably make a disparaging remark about my cassette tapes, wouldn't you."

"I mean, they work, play whatever you want to play, I don't plan to make a futuristic speaker system in your car unless you really really want one."

Cam whistles along softly and reads notes on his computer.

And after "I Want To Break Free" and "Mr. Fahrenheit" have concluded, and they're about halfway through "Under Pressure," they arrive on campus.

Her car clock works, and it's a little after eleven at night.

"So, I don't have to sleep and can render the question academic by just wandering around outdoors all night long, but are we stashing me somewhere in particular?"

"You can stay in my room, at least until Jaromira gets back. Probably after, too, she probably don't mind, but I don't have the right to make promises for her."

"All right."

"Wandering around outdoors sounds kind of boring anyways. And I think it's late enough that Jawbreaker--Cecil--will be asleep, but we could check anyway if you want."

"I might just hop in a little shuttle and fly to Africa and release sterile male mosquitoes in enormous clouds and be back in time for breakfast with malaria on its way to dying," Cam points out. "I do need to get briefly online to assess the local state of the parasite so I know where to go, but that's all it'd take."

"Good point. I have a computer in my room, it's the weekend so the library will be closed and you can't use one of those."

"I can make my own computer, no need to trespass, it's the internet connection I can't do myself."

"Well, you can use my Ethernet cable."

"Joy. Rapture. No, this is actually fine, it's nearly impossible to get demons to coordinate on an internet we all reliably use instead of just privately conjuring up whatever we want to look at, most of the time I don't even have Ethernet."

"I live in in Lucy Hall. This way."

Follow, follow.

Her room is divided roughly in half, with the two beds against opposite walls. One side of the room is decorated with a faux-Victorian aesthetic, and the other has posters and assorted bric-a-brac. Daphne tosses her bag on the bed on the bric-a-brac side and unplugs the Ethernet cable from the desktop computer on the desk.