"You will find plenty of those up here, for that matter," he says. "Nonfiction mainly on the bottom. Decorative works mainly on the second."

"Decorative works?"

"Books that the family owns to show them off rather than to read them."

"Ah." She peers through the fiction. "We might rez Tony's parents at some point. I don't know what the standing opinion on timing that is; I think I'll let Tony decide."

"Tony may decide that they'll keep awhile."

"They will keep indefinitely, presuming we retain access to Jane."

"Indeed."

Bella picks out a book and flies into a chair and curls up in it to read. She doesn't go at top speed; with spare processing power she composes various demon related plans.

Time passes.

[She does not want to meet you,] says Sherlock. [She expects it would be unpleasant for all of us.]

A pause, and then, [You can come back now.]

"Gone. There didn't seem to be any point in waiting."

He hugs her back.

"Is it better now?"

"I don't know."

Bella squeezes him and sighs.

Sherlock also sighs.

"I wish, I wish, I wish I knew how to help," Bella murmurs.

"So do I."

"I'm sorry."

"I know."

"If this were me I would be finding someplace quiet to process everything by myself so I'd have something coherent to present to everyone else. But that's Bells." Pause. "Right?"