She is in a tent in a war camp.

Midnight comes. She is suddenly indestructible.

Someone reads the Amentan papers. He is unimpressed by a lot of things about this planet where his girlfriend lives.

Like the fact that the war started because someone said on television that he had let people with red hair put food in trucks. That's it. He said that and then the entire planet stopped eating their food and several countries declared war on his country to, uh, punish it for containing him, or maybe to take its land, or maybe to demand his execution.

Also, Peka's country does their population controls by murdering the babies!

...and also, they won't prosecute Peka's rapist because it's not clear it's actually more illegal to rape pink-haired people than it is to touch them at all!

 "what the fuck" Macalaurë says to the wall, and throws things out the window to the alarm of passersby down on the ground below.

Then he goes to a flat Arda so he can sing up a thunderstorm, and sings up a thunderstorm.

Lots of planets aren't nice places. You don't hold it against them; you make it better. Lots of planets have people who were - cornered into terrible things, and aren't sorry. Some of them have a Macalaurë who was cornered into terrible things and was not sorry.

He calms down slightly. 

Then he asks Michael about obnoxious Hazel magic you could use on a Muggle.

"I don't know, itching powder? Vanishing boxer briefs? A potion of hairlessness?"

"Last one sounds great."

"Why?"

"I cannot get my girlfriend yet and her country murders babies - Katin will be indestructible in less than a day but still, it's the principle - and I would like to cause minor immature harm to her rapist before I go and fix that."

"You got it."

Hairlessness potion makes it into rapist's dinner and then Macalaurë has a demon over and they spend the afternoon trying to find somebody else in Tapa who has a baby or a late-term pregnancy and no credit.

An orange intern is bewildered, bewilders some doctors, and wears a scarf to work.

There are a very few people like that, though none red. Purples, a grey, a yellow, a green.

He recruits Michael to go talk to one of the purples because he is conspicuously not Amentan and Michael, hair purpled, isn't.

He knocks on an apartment door.

"Just a minute!" It's more than that.

Probably because they are hiding their baby so it is not infanticided. He waits.

Eventually a purple guy answers the door. "Hi?"

"Hi. I'm here to offer you and your family the chance to emigrate to another planet. I realize this sounds ridiculous but I can prove it."

"...uh..."

"This conversation will be most productive if I prove it first. May I take you to the planet I have in mind?"

"Is this a thing where first I have to drink mushroom juice, because I have bad news."

"Nope. You just have to say something that sounds affirmative enough I can convince a court later it wasn't kidnapping."

"Uh. Up, up and away, Star Seeker."

Federation London is cooler than his London. Now they are there. 

"Ahh!"

He waits a bit for freaked out guy to be less so. 

"Aahh?"