"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 - "

"- I beg your pardon?"

"Someone tried to make cats people, and it worked, twice, and so there's one group in Londinium and I guess one in Chelford."

"...oh. Do you know who that is?"

"Well, she's dead.  - And all merged up, so not - as fixable.  As I was."

"Ah. Gotcha." Where is a good place to land outside Londinium.

Here's one.

"The One will probably be able to talk to dead cat people within a year or so, it thinks, and maybe way way sooner."

"Oh! Did you tell it about the cats, or did it already know?"

"You asked me to?"

"Yeah, but did it already know at the time?"

"Oh, no; it started investigating and figuring it out after I asked.  Or I mean some of it was already trying to work out what all the empty stars were, but way less cause it didn't have any good leads."

"Empty stars! I did not know about those."

"Yeah you did, I'm just not great at talking right now.  Or really ever.  But I mean the - where they - there's that couple hundred that didn't look like they had any souls attached?  I guess they're not empty, they're cats."

"Aha. Cool." He touches down. "Is there any sort of ground vehicle you would like to continue to own so I don't have to deal with it, that will get you into Londinium from here?"

". . . No."

"Okay, let's go with a bicycle and you can leave it somewhere to be stolen once you've made it to a tube station. - does Londinium have the tube."

"I don't think I can walk right now, let alone ride a bike?  Like, the fact that I feel like garbage has been getting better but it's not okay yet.  If it ever will be."

"...okay. I will just make a car and you can give me directions and I will see if a random passerby wants a car." He disembarks from the shuttle and offers her a hand down.

"Listen, it's not that I'm ungrateful or anything, but your pitch was real bad and I didn't actually at any point think about whether I actually wanted to be alive again, let alone in a body that feels like spikes and like I'm not really in it at the same time, with way more emotions than stars have to deal with, and if I decide I don't want to then I'm not sure I wanna put anybody in my family through seeing me again first, all right?  . . . Plus I died in a car crash you asshole."

"...okay, sorry. I guess you can hang out here for a while? Do you want me to stay?"

"Do whatever you want."  She starts to shrug off the blanket but immediately pulls it back up.  ". . . Sorry.  I'm not normally such a bitch.  And I'm literally the first one, right, other people probably won't have it this bad?"

"I can make sure the others have electric blankets to start out? I'm not sure what else to do to improve the experience."