He stops at the bar on the way out. "Excuse me? I was wondering if Milliways has seasons."

Although the weather in the outdoors and the indoor lighting conditions will not reflect them, Amentan visitors will find that you continue through your seasonal cycle unobstructed.

"Oh good. Thank you." And he opens the door and asks someone on security to hold it and steps through and emails appropriate parties and gets on a train and talks his way into a prison cell.

The man is purple, jumpy, briefly hopeful when the door opens. Aitim explains that they want a volunteer for a dangerous experiment, there's no stay of execution on offer but if it works it could allow getting in contact with aliens. The man agrees. 

He finishes the circle as directed.

Fairy! "Hiya."

Man jumps. "Uh. Hi." He looks at Aitim.

    "Thank you," Aitim says. "That's what we needed. You can send them home."

"Uh - okay -" 

"You don't want anything? Damn, I am having no luck this week. Say, what language is this?"

" - A-Anitami." Scared glance at Aitim. "What if I want something, what then -"

"Well, whaddaya got?"

" - it's all forfeit -"

"...I don't work for free."

Gulp. Nod. 

"Send her home."

      He closes his eyes and concentrates.

And the fairy vanishes.

He slumps quietly back into the wall. 

"Thank you," he says, and leaves.

Milliways is where he left it.

He asks the guard to hold the door until they hear otherwise. He drops by Cam's. "He summoned a fairy. Execution's scheduled for an hour - will you let me know right away -"

"That'll be an hour relative to people holding the door, not necessarily us. I can keep checking." Check.

Sigh.

"What?"

"I hope he's all right."

"Yeah." Check.

Eventually: there is an execution. 

Is there a daeva?

No.