"Yeah, seems like a constant. I'm not seeing anything here that would explain the injuries. Or the screaming."

"Or recognizing Midnight and Findekáno - Findekáno do you have a nickname, I know you're the only one around but others do exist and it seems like New Bell probably has one at home -"

"Yeah, we should probably have a schema too - can you check for alts of us in his world, or would you need names for that..."

"...I might be able to go off 'alt of you' -" Check. "- but his world doesn't have you, if I can -"

"...could be lookalikes and not alts -"

"I also don't think he'd have looked at us like that if he knew human alts of us. That wasn't 'wait a second you look very much like someone I know but a different species' - he thought he'd run into his versions -"

"His world's only got humans. Unless the hallucination thing has something to do with it -"

"Lacking an explanation for the hallucination thing I couldn't say. Maybe his world has a tiny population of extremely secret Elves, or something. They went into hiding because the spontaneous babies were too upsetting, he found them, hijinks ensued?"

That resulted in those injuries. He raises an eyebrow at Midnight.

Crossed my mind, but he didn't look afraid of me. "We wouldn't be hiding. Not without a lot of considerations that all didn't make it into print - how about Elves in his world, is that a thing you can conjure for -"

"Tiny basement dwellers, coming right up."

He gets a small pile of Elves, none of whom are redheads.

" - well. They'd have known me, maybe he knew of us from them - or maybe we used to have alts and they're dead -"

"He looks, like, eighteen -" Cam goes stepwise year by year. The pile of tiny basement dwelling Elves does not change until it disappears completely.

They cannot think of any explanation. "...maybe he's been to Milliways before, and that's how there are Elves in his world? If he landed on mine some people might choose to leave, either to help his or to get out from under the Valar -"

"Could be something like that... are these chip or soul -" They're soul, turns out.

"I know them," he says, squinting at the tiny figurines. 

"Does the assortment suggest anything?"

"Not especially - uh, if we're assuming he met them in Milliways or something it's not an implausible selection of people - they're not the people I'd pick to have wanted to leave most, but our world's non-standard, and they get along with each other and - hmm, the Arda's 1460 or earlier, she got married and her husband isn't here -"

"None of them is named 'Aydanci', I assume."

"No."

"We might have to wait for him to wake up and ask him questions."

Nod. 

Eventually the new Bell stops screaming, even silently, and dreams something pleasanter and mouths inaudible words where he's laid out on the sofa.

He cancels the spell.

"Plectrum," says the new Bell. "Glorious."