"...Hi. That's - not a backpack or anything?"

"No." Flap flap.

"How?"

Terence stifles a laugh at this exchange before explaining, "Genetic engineering a long time ago apparently. This isn't a piece of lost tech, nobody's getting wings I'm afraid."

"Is kind of lost? Not knowing how genetic engineer things any more."

"Lost technology means to us things that you find that still work but we don't really know how anymore, and can't make more of. Like the stargate, water-rocket engines, or good computers."

"Genetic engineering like that! Except angels can having angel kids."

"Yes, but it usually means things that you can have. I suppose you sort of count but if there were a box that turned people into more angels that would definitely be Lost Technology."

"Is not a box. Was not box even when settlers making first angels."

"The box isn't important. Don't pay attention to the box. It's just something I made up to try to illustrate what those two words next to each other mean here. Oh, here comes the railcar."

It's loud and looks uncomfortable, even just approaching. "You should follow this until I get off and-" [*Picture of the destination station's surroundings*] "-I'm sure you can find me anyway if you lose it."

"'Kay."

He walks into the railcar and pays with a small see-through coin. The teenager boards too, carefully moving so as not to hurt his glider. And it trundles off, joining a lot of other things going this way and that on the rails. She might not want to fly too close to those, or risk hitting something.

Pen gives all the railcar accoutrements a wide berth and follows the vehicle by air.

It's pretty fast - a bit faster than Pen once it gets up to speed. But it turns a lot so she can take shortcuts and catch up, and it stops every minute or so too. At one point it stops completely and goes into a special railcar elevator that lifts it straight up about two hundred feet before it continues on. It's about ten minutes before Terence gets off the thing.

Pen lands at the place matching the picture he showed her and is waiting when he gets off.

"No problems, good. My building is just over there."

"Okay." Follow follow.

It's an apartment building. There's one door on each floor and they walk up to it on the third floor. He ascends one flight and uses a glass key to open his lock.

There's a small room with a table and two chairs, and a little kitchen, and a hallway with four doors.

"Anything you need urgently? Also would you mind brainphoning more people or telling me how to do it? It could be incredibly helpful."

"You can't putting people brainphone, I only put people, not put putting people. Can put more people for you though. Don't need things now."

"I will say, I have very little idea how to take care of a little kid. If you'd rather be somewhere else, by all means say so and I can try to find someone who actually is a parent."

Shrug. "Already having parents. Just need place to be until they finding me."

"You're quite sure they can find you, even though your door malfunctioned?"

"Problem with door is door make time stop. While time stop they not doing anything, because, time stop. But once it go at all they notice I gone and come get me right away."

"So time is stopped in any other worlds relative to this one? Relative to Milliways? Unless someone opens a door between them, then it'd have to sync or you'd have - all sorts of exotic problems."

"All worlds we visiting all synced by Jane. Without Jane, time do whatever. Milliways have Jane, but Millways not sync with itself. And here not have Jane. So, I go in Milliways, time my world stop, time all Jane worlds and Milliways backyard stop, time bar part of Milliways go because I in it. I come out here, time still stop my world and synced worlds all."

"I... See. You mentioned Jane a lot, is she special?"