"Sadde. Don't have a cape name yet, I—triggered in New York."

Nod. "It was my fault he came back I didn't put him far enough away they haven't told me how many people died because of that."

"—you made him go away?"

"Teleport. But I didn't put him far enough I put him on Mars."

"But still you made him go away. He's gone."

"Yes, he is," Hero agrees. "Now, Legend and I have some things to do, can you make sure Fëanáro's comfortable?"

    "Right-oh!" declares Barbra.

"My power aside from the teleport is that I can make stuff. Any stuff. So I'll be comfortable."

Hero beams and goes off somewhere.

    "Those wings are really cool," says Barbra.

"Thanks. They really fly!"

"Really? I thought wings couldn't really lift a human," says Sadde.

    "Why not?" asks Olivia (as the older kids, except for Hannah, Barbra, and Nathan start dispersing).

"'Cause for things as big as a human you need very strong muscles to lift but if they're strong enough then they become too heavy and need to be even stronger..."

"Might not work for normal humans, I'm a demon."

"—like the thing from Hell in religions?"

"Yeah. Hell's nice, though, I have a house there. Demons aren't any worse than people in general."

He gets a few confused stares.

"...Hell is a dimension adjacent to some Earths. There are demons there. They're all like me - wings, and can make things. Hell is kind of tacky because of that, but it's a perfectly nice place. When I showed up there some people offered to adopt me. Humans'd probably get killed if they went there, but not because demons are mean, just because they're used to everybody being demons so they can be careless."

"Do sinners go there when they die?" asks Nathan.

"No. Summoners sometimes go there when they die but they have to have been born in the adjacent Earth and when they get there they're a demon and it's actually kind of awesome being a demon."

"Adjacent Earth? Are there lots of Earths?"

"Yeah, there are. Probably infinitely many." Wing-shrug.

    "Awwww, you're so cute!" says Mouse Protector of the wing-shrug.

Sadde wrinkles her nose at her.

"I'm older than any of you."

"You are?"

"Yep. I'm an Elf and Elves grow up really really slowly and I was on a stupid planet where it's even slower."

"How old are you? I'm seven, just like I look. They're all teenagers."

"In Earth years I'm a hundred twenty two. And a half."