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.
"I mean, I'm not totally sure he should've done that, either, but also I didn't like it when he left you for a week, so probably the entire problem is you got kidnapped in the first place and if a Timothy ran the moon we could go 'hey, Moon Timothy, this thing happened, get your shit together'."
"I know you would have a lot of practical trouble working yourself to death but please be careful with anything that would be characterized that way if you were still a human."
"There's likes and then there's likes-likes - there are dozens of languages that have better words for this and you don't speak any of them -"
"Well, if you want, I could just tell her that you've had an obvious crush on her for a considerable time now and she can collect you at her leisure, but it lacks panache."
"Then you may require panache. I recommend not going with the 'pine for one hundred Years' approach."
"Well, Timothy probably knows this better than me, if I wanted to hook up with a Bell I'd just wait till it was obvious common knowledge that this was going to happen and then riff on it."