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 promise I don't take mind control lightly. I just also don't take - they meant to keep him forever, if they could get away with it -"
"Probably. But only probably. Hard to be sure what the husband's angle on it is."
"I'll talk with the police and then I'll talk with them and then I will do whatever is necessary to get my brother home. But not more than that."
Hug.
He files a followup to the first police report that the summoners immediately summoned the demon back and have left him in vacuum since, without negotiating a task. He has the fairy fly out to Minor so they can tell him what is going on.
"Hi," says the fairy, who has incidentally brought along air, "your brother's talking to the cops and if that doesn't work he says he'll escalate."
And the fairy has been briefed so she sits in the air and teaches him Inupiat.
Who is impatiently waiting to see if the police do anything.
Officer Oliver can't actually enforce anything yet but he can go look reproachful at the Moons?
Well, the Moons originally do not come to the door and Richard does come to the door when Officer Oliver says "It's Officer Oliver!", so there's that.
"I took your implication about impropriety seriously, Officer," says Richard, "it's not in the house."
"Doesn't make a bit of difference, you still can't just leave it there."
"I don't have a summon active now, which you can check -"
"It doesn't matter if it's you or your husband, it's the same illegal either way."
"I'll be sure to mention to him you came by."
"You do that."
He waits for thirty minutes after his husband gets home.
He puts up silencing spells around the house. He Disillusions himself. He Apparates in.
Richard drops a bowl of soup on Barnaby's lap, barely catching it, and the cat startles and flees the room. A cat in lunar gravity is quite a sight.
He makes himself visible again. "Hello," he says. "I do apologize, I have nothing against the cat."
"How did - what -" says Barnaby.
"Get out of our house," says Richard.
"Get out of our house," repeats Richard.
"How did you get in here?" exclaims his husband.