The tear leads to the backyard of a little cottage at the edge of some woods, where a man who looks plausibly human at first glance is picking cherry-plums. He was not expecting company, let alone magically appearing company, but apparently that's what's happening today.
"I think I'll be able to grow it."
"Is it more complicated than that it likes it warm?"
Then Promise will fly them all home and find them places to be and warm up the ones that like it warm.
Nothing else will demand her attention for a while. The days get slowly shorter and quickly colder. A group of several people, two of them human-looking, pass by on foot on their way south to Chequy Tower. A zoologist wants to have a look around and take some pictures as long as Promise doesn't object.
"That's fine - how does that work?" she asks of the camera.
"Uh, it has a light-sensitive thing, in the back, and light comes in through this window, and when I push this button it lets the light touch the light-sensitive film in the back, and later I take the film to someone else who knows how to take it and turn it into pictures that look exactly like the light that got into the camera. It's like a very realistic portrait, but faster."
"...cool! Where did you get it?"
"...yes. It's interesting, though."
"How does modernity help with that?"
"I haven't been to a city before that either," she says.
"I got lost, actually."
"What's that do?"
"Huh. I should go. What do the librarians want in exchange?"
"How does me visiting and reading the books make the town richer if I don't pay for them?"