The Valar announce that they've done as much as they can in Singularity (they can't bring back peoples' babies in that critical period either, but they can get them earlier versions) and are setting up portals between there and Sanity as soon as they are confident they've cleaned up the plague. A bunch of Elf architects have this wild idea for a fivedimensional city where alternating intersections are interdimensional portals between various Valinors and they get eagerly to setting it up.
He does not answer. His downstairs neighbor pokes her head out the window and says something in a fairy language.
He's at home asleep in bed.
Another neighbor flies in and sees her and says something in a fairy language.
Perhaps eventually there will be an adventurous fairy or this one will wake up. She is very patient. She waits. She considers a while and decides not to send any attention inside.
The next fairy to swing by doesn't flee when addressed telepathically! She says What the fuck?!?!?!?
I'm sorry for startling you. I am Varda, I'm a god from a nearby dimension. I'm not reading your mind or anything, just communicating this way.
There are a lot of worlds, and mine recently learned of yours. We can make portals to travel between dimensions.
He tortured a lot of people to death and I wanted to ask him about that. We might not want to make portals if people are going to do that kind of thing.
My world has people. They don't want to be tortured to death. I could avoid bothering Jake if you had the information I need and wanted to help me.
Why should we care if you make a fucking portal? Go home and don't make a portal, see if we care.
I might while I am here stop Jake from torturing people to death in the future, unless there's a really good reason not to do that.