Knock knock.

He opens the door.

Lanky dark lady with beads in her hair. "Hello. My name is Nocawe. Emergency services told my department there'd been a false alarm here but that they suspected you'd benefit from being connected to services of some kind; that's my job."

"Okay." He does really look like he'd benefit from services of some kind.

"May I have your permission to access records about you in applicable Vanda Nossëo systems?"

"...Okay."

She does device things. She says, "There's no name in the system. Do you have a name you want to use?"

Wince. "No."

"Okay. You're my thirty-third client so I might refer to you as 33 if that won't bother you."

That gets a tiny, startled smile. "I don’t have an opinion about what you call me."

"The records I've pulled up say that you appeared via uncontrolled teleportation, consistent with a portalsnake, in the Yeerk polity of Tide in Cube, which called in a specialist for finding a route to your previous universe and remanded you to a Lórien principally dedicated to Melkor victims in Elentári, being as you seemed to have a substantially similar history, having been in 'Hell'?"

Shrug.

"Does that sound like what you remember?"

"I don’t remember if anyone mentioned 'Tide' or 'Elentári'."

"Gotcha. Tide is the one run by Sovereign Ristrell."

"I might have met her, if I didn’t just imagine that."

"The records say you did, at least. Do you often have experiences that turn out not to have happened in reality if you try to corroborate them, or are you just concerned about it anyway?"

"Well, you know, maybe I just imagined having those experiences," he says wryly. He wanders back over to the bed and flops onto it.

"Do you sometimes attempt to corroborate an experience and discover evidence that contradicts your memory?" she tries.

"That’s what I remember!" he says brightly.

"Ah-huh. Okay. And you're - not quite indestructible but divorced from human physical needs?"

"I seem to eventually heal from everything I don't go out of my way to avoid healing from."

"Does this leave you still experiencing any discomfort when deprived of air, water, food...?"

Wow, rude. But Ristrell already knows everything anyway. "Yes."

"I can set you up with a service that will deliver meals here to you at regular times; would that work for you?"