"I'd rather they didn't? I have this huge backlog."

"You certainly do."

"Did I hear resurrection is possible?" calls either Simon or Silas, looking significantly more wakeful as he sock-slides to the lounge.

"Yes but I have a huge backlog please do nothing rash!"

"It's not like I want to die just for fun!  - Unless there are other - not that I would, now that you've asked - "

"You can always get around to it later. Just not soon please."

"I appreciate the permission to eventually pass away!  - That was quite some strong coffee, I think."

"Did I overdo it? I should possibly have checked local caffeine dosages."

"Oh, I feel fantastic."

Sadie and the former blanket partner return, bags in hand.  "That's everyone, assuming you talked to Sam and Sydney?"

"I have no prayer of keeping all your names straight when they all alliterate and I met you all at the same time and you all have the same personality. I talked to some people. Some people are on the shuttle."

"We could pick up nicknames if that would help."  She and the two men walk to the entryway to put on shoes.

"'No prayer'?"

"It's an expression. I don't speak Latin, but a curiously nigh-identical language from another universe called English."

"That's . . . strange . . ."

"I am as confused about that part as you are, and yet here we are. Anyway, nametags or nicknames or tolerating me being like 'hey you', your call."

"I vote nicknames!"  Shoes are on; contingent heads shuttlewards.

And Cam can take off and resume course once everyone's aboard.

Felicity gets the groups up to date on each other's conversations; the previously-enshuttled pair have mostly spent the time asking her questions about being a star cloud.

"You know, you'd only have to keep track of one name if we merged."

"That is true, and yet, there are a lotta stars and I have barely made a dent."

"Also, Sam, love you very dearly: still not sure I want to share a mind with you at this stage of my life."

"Aw."

"It's a big decision, you should probably take more than ten minutes about it."

All of the solstices bristle a little at that for some reason.

"...is that a faux pas? I did not intend to upset anyone."