Nope.

"I'm going to try flying this up to her physically," Cam tells Cricket and also Jordan. "I have no idea if it will work so you destructible folks shouldn't join me."

"Makes sense; good luck."

"Seeya!"

Cam makes a little shuttle suitable for air or vacuum, either one, and goes up in the direction the omnilol was pulling him.

There's air all the way up to a black dome with glowing five-pointed stars embedded in it.  The sun gets awfully bright as he passes it, but is substantially dimmer from above; the ambient light is evening-like even though it's not yet noon on the surface of the planet.

In case there was any doubt, said planet sure does seem to be an infinite or at least very very very tall cylinder, with a parody of Earth's continents arranged on its top and with Antarctica keeping all the oceans in.  The universe's shell, extending straight down from the dome, leaves an Earth-diameter's worth of empty air around each side of the cylinder, and stars ornament it densely before coming to a gradiented stop a few thousand miles down.  The moon, below, casts a glow up one side; Polaris, floating higher than the sun over the North Pole, likewise casts a shadow over a portion of the sky.

Polaris is very weird! What even is it, what does it look like.

It looks a lot like Cam's Earth's moon, in that it's a white-gray sphere which does not emit light, unlike this moon which definitely does.

Okay.

Can he find his star. He really should have asked her name.

The stars pretty much all look alike, physically; there's some variation in size but nothing that would help connect them to specific people, and it turns out that altitude is not a replacement for more metaphorically getting high in terms of facilitating communication.

However there is something on the brain activity monitor, a few minutes in.  And a stutter in the body's breathing a bit after that.

"- hey? You there?"

"Mmnnmnf."

"Uh. Mmf once for yes and twice for no, are you all in there?"

"I - "  She rolls over on her side and curls up and shivers, despite the pullover and despite the fact that it really isn't all that much colder even this high up.

"This sucks."

"- I'm sorry, did I mess something up -"

"Howw'd I know?  S'cold.  Feels like - not anything like pins and needles, 'cept it is, 'zagdly.  Eg - ehkd.  Ex-act-ly.  Exactly like them, except for how it feels . . ."

"...okay, maybe it's only that you got slightly used to being a star and it'll pass?"

"Mn.  Gimmea warm."

Electric blanket, already toasty.

She sigh-hums contentedly and lies mostly still with her eyes closed for a few minutes, murmuring 'shut up's and 'I'm fine's and 'just needa minute's at every slightest noise, including her own sniffles and teeth-chatters.

The brain activity monitor is kind of freaking out, but it's at least doing so very consistently and isn't reverting to the state of less-freaking-out it was at before there was anyone in the body.  Her shaking gradually starts to subside.

She looks - surprised, rather than radiating misery, when she opens her eyes again.  Her speech is much less slurred, too.  "Uh, first of all thanks a bunch.  Second of all you really need to work on your pitch.  And - okay wow stots I really wasn't expecting you to be so - are you single?"

"Uh... yes, but I'm not really in the market at the moment since apparently I have just discovered resurrection and expect that to be taking up most of my time. You ready to land? Where do you want to be put?"

"Cool no yeah that makes sense - I lived in Londinium?"

"I can put us near there! Maybe you can introduce me to the Railway Cat."

" - Oh fuck, the cats, I forgot - why did you ask if there were any cat stars before?"

"Some cats are people. I can speak their language for magic reasons. It seems to mostly be an isolated population in Chelford and environs but there's some reason to think the railway cat might also be a person."

"There's two - it was a winter solquinox but she didn't know it worked, either time - "