"Can ask him when he coming back?"

"Oh, phones are working again? I thought all the wireless ones were rounded up for the air and traffic control crew."

"No, is a magic thing, not a phone phone."

"Magic. Prove it."

[Magic.]

[Wicked cool.]

"Yeah."

"Hold on..."

[Testing. *Picture of what Walta is seeing. Picture of a technical drawing. Text in cyrillic alphabet.*]

"...Why sending those?"

"This is cool and I want to try a ton of stuff with it is why!"

"Does words and pictures," shrugs Pen.

"I'm going to try stuff on the borders of that anyway..."

She puts on a thinking face.

None of it goes.

"Oh well. Who made this?"

"The ones Mommy wish it."

"Ones mommy?"

"Yeah. Don't know which one doing brainphone."

"Soo I meant, you have two moms?"

"No, have one mommy, but, other worlds have ones Mommy. And ones Daddy. And sisters, but not me, am only Pen."

"Two worlds. With two of the same people? Or more than two. Sounds unlikely, that."

"Is dozens. Worlds, less than dozens Mommies."

"I wanna see that."

"They finding me eventually."

"Mm, eventually's a long time. You know, it's been something like two hundred years since the stargate died? Maybe three. I forget."

"...hoping it not that long."

"...Yeah. Cut off from both parents. Sad, innit?"

"Yeah."