"I can make phone calls on your behalf," asserts Felicity.  "Or Cam might have a more effective way to track him down.  Please reserve your ability to do difficult things for when he and the nebula get home."

Cam materializes a ship with nebulae in it and sends it on its way. ...surroundings of Jordan?

Lying down in some grass, motorcycle helmet next to him, arm thrown over his eyes.

"That's the park I vocate at - do I have time to go get him?"

"Yes, it'll take the ship a while to go and come back."

"Alright."  He grabs a jacket and makes sure one of the pockets jangles keyily.  "Trust you guys not to wreck the house or anything; I'll be back in maybe half an hour."  And he's off.

Cam works on catspeak data entry while the ship goes and comes back.

It lands before the men of the house return even though it takes longer than half an hour.  The new nebula has clambered one of their bodies into the other's wheelchair, where they're holding themselves tightly.

Cam rolls the chair out and sends the shuttle on autopilot back to the hangar in a cave near Atriama.

The one on top squints around.

". . . Hi . . ."

"Hi. Chamomile tea?"

"Yeah."

He hands over two straw-bearing lidded cups that should be easy to maneuver even for just-rezzed folks.

The more alert one jostles the shoulder of the bottom one and they adjust their sitting position to allow for sipping in slightly-eerie unison.

"Jacquelyn," Nicholas greets.  "Mr. Stewart."

"Hi Nicholas," one returns blearily while the other drinks.  "Sorry for throwing up on your carpet."  They switch.  "And . . . stuff.  Y'know."

"I do.  It's been cleaned.  I hope you won't begrudge me an owed favor in return."

"Nooooooooo . . ."

"We can discuss comfortable limitations once you're lucid."

"Okay . . .  Maybe."  Sip sip.

"I won't ask for anything very taxing," Nicholas stage-whispers to Cam.

"I certainly hope not."

"I am going to bed."  And they start wheeling themselves towards Jackie's room.

Nicholas drops his light smirk as soon as the door's closed.  Quietly: "I hope I didn't throw you off balance in attempting to steer towards playful annoyance over excessive guilt."