"That's weird but okay."

"It's pretty weird. But you can't do that kind of magic in the afterlife, so his hanging around this long is useful."

"Why can't you do magic in the afterlife?"

"Um...sort of for the same reason you can't see the stars in the daytime. The afterlife is made of magic."

"...in a useful way or just in an obstructive one?"

"Oh, definitely useful. You can get from any place to any other place effortlessly and block people you don't want to interact with and you don't have to deal with any kind of biological inconvenience and you can read any book ever written..."

"That does sound nice."

"Our god has limited power over the earth, and she makes mistakes, but her heart's in the right place." 

"Can you do evac at all, or will that have to be our magic?"

"We can probably do it. I'm not sure of all the logistics off the top of my head but it certainly ought to be doable."

"Okay, that makes the order of operations less urgent to juggle."

"Yes. Okay, I'm going to call some people who are better at logistical math than I am, and they'll ask you questions about your planet's population distribution while I grab some magic people and start on the terraforming and/or pocket dimension problem?"

"They'll be able to magically speak Senserke too?"

"Yes, all of the people I know who I would grab for logistics are angels--that's a kind of divine being created by God who are made of the same kind of magic Heaven is and I use, they can do the same language thing I can."

"Convenient. Uh, at some point I should send someone - I currently only know how to send people, not unaccompanied objects - to my world to tell people that my spell worked so they can redirect efforts on that end appropriately."

"Okay. What kinds of things would it be useful for that person to be able to do?"

"Speak Senserke, though carrying a letter would do in a pinch. Find my colleagues and tell them I made it and found help."

"But, like, going through gates doesn't cost destroying-things magic such that I should make sure they can teleport or anything."

"As far as we know using an existing gate does not cost anything at all."

"Okay, that's probably going to be an angel just in case, you know, things go extra catastrophically wrong and it becomes advantageous not to care about oxygen."

"The whole planet is sort of high-altitude these days, the air's thinning out."

"--Yeah that won't require things to go catastrophically wrong then. Definitely an angel."

Cor nods. "Should I meet some angels now?"

"Yes, that seems like a good idea." 

She closes her eyes and does something that mundane instruments would pick up as an infrasonic high-amplitude humming noise.

A second after she stops, the people begin to appear. 

They represent a variety of apparent ethnicities and ages, and tend to fall somewhere on a spectrum from normal levels of expressiveness to oddly blank. 

"Hello, everyone," says Cor.