"...okay?"

"...so if I could figure out how we could go zoom around in a spaceship and years would pass for us but it'd only be a day back on Earth, or something."

"Oh. But then would we grow up right? Learn the right things and stuff?"

"...I think so? People have lots of different childhoods and they mostly grow up all right."

"But if it's just the two of us isolated for years I don't think I'd be alright. I mean I like you but, um. I think I need more people."

"I mean, we could take some along."

"But then they'd want to take other people and then it'd be the same as not doing it at all. I think."

"...maybe."

"Yeah I dunno. It's just annoying that people don't take me seriously and that my brain doesn't work perfectly yet."

"Yeah."

"And speaking of brain I think maybe I should sleep."

"G'night!"

She gets up and goes to the Wards' quarters, hugging the book Fëanáro gave her.

And he goes back to his house on the shores of Lake Michigan and sings and writes Boots a letter and then goes back to Brazil, invisible, and teleports himself into bed and his basement-dweller to the Moon.

The Brazilian government is (probably) none the wiser.

He can check what they're writing about him later, unless they figure out that his powers would let him spy on them like that. Well, he's probably just doing this until they let him put São Paulo back.

No one comes check on him after it has been exactly eight hours since he said he'd sleep.

He pretends to wake up.

This does not provoke any immediately detectable reaction from his environment.

He makes himself a stuffed animal and a paper book and rebraids his hair (it's weird, doing that with cameras around) and reads the paper book.

The city they're in is a few timezones ahead of Chicago. Perhaps they are all asleep?

...what happens if he goes to the door and tries to go explore?

His door is locked.

There is a telephone in his room, however.

...he has no idea how to operate that. He makes a key to the door instead.

The door opens with a soft click.