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.
"Because it seems like maybe the evening would go more productively if she were here to talk with us?"
"Because she's in a high-security hospital and isn't allowed in the same room as sharp objects."
"You do know that sometimes that happens to people, right, even if they didn't sell their soul?"
"Would it reassure you any if I summoned three demons right now and sold each of them my soul for a paperclip."
"It was hard enough for Richard to talk me into it the once but he is unconscious to assure you of anything and I don't own him -"
"I sent the demon home," Barnaby says. "Tell this madman that you aren't going to summon him back and get him out of our house."
"It needs to stop."
"Then go over CineMe's terms of service with a fine-toothed comb and get him kicked off the site but for the love of Luna, Richard -!"
"If he's likely to do it again I have a not-very-harmful method of making sure he can't and I remain a little tempted to employ it."
"What do you want?" exclaims Barnaby. "I sent him home! If Richard says he's done now will that be it or will you murder him in front of me anyway -"
"If Richard says he's done now that's it, I will walk out your door and leave you alone."
Resentful silence.
"Richard."
Glare.
"Richard your grandmother would not want you murdered in a home invasion over -"
"Fine." Through his teeth.