"I should probably go, then."

"Probably. I have never tried telling someone they were in a precognition before, that was - underwhelming."

"Part of not being awful to you includes not reacting with 'oh my god, that means I'm going to stop existing in an hour, aaaah, please at least give me the full hour, please'."

"Would you even want the hour that bad, I didn't think Boots was that good."

"...well, no."

"Anyway. It's probably fine. I can repeat the introductory bits if you think that might matter."

"I don't think so. At all, actually."

Nod.

And  she goes to her mother's.

"Hi. Extradimensional magic? Do explain - I want a list -"

"Has Cam come by with the computers? Cam will come by with the computers and they have explanations written by alternate universe versions of you which are very likely to be more informative than me because I have only had a day's exposure myself and I spent it being computationally expensive."

"Your father demonstrated the procedure that will supposedly inform Cam we want computers and I want an explanation."

It is forty-five minutes before Isabella even comes up. When she does Maitimë raises a questioning eyebrow.

"If she hurts you -"

"It'd be an improvement over the present situation where she's so sad about me."

"Would it actually or are you just conditioned or something to -"

"Was, but one of her alts broke it, and also - I get to decide in what order I want to put myself back together, and if I don't think 'whoever I was before all of this' is possible I still have to move forward somehow.

And we were together before any of this, and we were happy."

"Okay. Can demons conjure for all the writings of all the neighbors of this dimension, or does that not count -"

"I love you, Mom. And I don't know. It's probably in the computer."

"Well, I don't have the computer yet, do I? What were they able to pull off with three Silmarils -"

And while she is explaining that -

Pop.

"Oh, good, it's Computers I want a computer you have the best powerset of all the ones Maitimë has mentioned though she has terrible taste and was more excited about the Earth where we're blue pointy-tailed aliens."

"The version of you who is yea high," hover hand, "also likes my powerset to the point where he has an excellent facsimile cobbled together. It has been explained that computer involves brain surgery etcetera?"

"Yes, yes, go ahead - Maitimë, dear, did you -"