" - if Voa were to mysteriously learn of Milliways from you it would be a bad idea to be in Anitam once we found that out. Otherwise I expect it could be arranged."

...he raises an eyebrow.

"We expect you not to share military secrets with Voa. If that's going to be complicated then I more emphatically recommend you go somewhere else entirely."

"That was just an interesting way to phrase it."

"I suppose."

"I assume introducing Avalor to her - alternate universe children - I assume she had some? - would qualify."

"Three. Yes, regrettably that'd be pushing it."

He sighs. "Maybe we could go on a - supervised tour or something - just once - see what's become of it - then settle in Revelation. Avalor is a very mature two year old but she is two."

"That sounds lovely and I'm sure I can arrange it."

Nod.

And when they're ready to hold the door off the alien-fetching team can go. 

"Do you want to grab a you?" he asks Iobel.

"I suppose I'm the one who can move around as I like, aren't I."

"Indeed. Conveniently you also look like the new one."

"Is that especially convenient?"

"I was imagining it'd make the 'I am an alternate universe you!' thing more persuasive, or do you have an exceptionally convincing way to sell a you on that quickly anyway?"

"...her universe has shapeshifters."

"Does she know that?"

"Don't know, but if she does I'd better not be planning to lean on looking like her, and I am not."

"All right. Well, have fun."

"Mm-hm."

Anybody besides Cricket want to come along?

Mitros is going to meet his alt-family.

All right, just Iobel and cat and some summonses then to Earth.

There is an architecturally convenient gas explosion that does not endanger the Milliways door.

A foster mother awakens in a comfortable windowless suite with idle greys in unfamiliar uniforms at the door.

...she sits up slowly.

One of them glances at her, then back at his pocket everything. (It looks sleeker than standard).