[It sound uncomfy. Mommy fix it when she come.]

[Mommy fix Moringotho? Needing fix Moringotho.]

[That your evil god? Probably yeah.]

[Needing it. Very needing it.]

[Can't making her come faster, is time problem.]

[Can I fixing? I fixing time problem.]

[Um, problem is, worlds all time different, except if sharing a thing. The share thing usually Jane. There no Jane here, or any other things, and if making a thing for worlds be sharing to make them time same still having put them each world.]

[I needing more language.]

[Sorry. I kind of bad for language. I a problem like Tyelcormo's reading problem only grammar.]

[Pen is wow, Fëanáro is needing more language because needing say time-hard things. Is hard learning language if no language sharing already. No is Pen.]

He nice, Pen opines to Tyelcormo. [Okay, um, need words... do pictures?]

[Yes. Pictures Jane, time, worlds, Milliways?]

[Jane have a face,] Jane's face! [but also is gems,] various Janegems, [and computers,] the servers in the Belltower. [Time, um, what clocks doing. Clock.] Clock! [Worlds whole big places of all the things being next to other things -] Samaria seen from the air and the deck of Jehovah and Ysral and the place Uncle Nathaniel lives on that moon; Rêverie; the space plant and a view of a planet from above. [Milliways a sort of world that be next to all other worlds if it want, it take a door and then the door being to there.] Milliways, interior and exterior, special focus on the door.

[My sons finding Milliways for you?]

[No, I find it myself, and some guy, he find a door, and he breaking door so it not put me home Samaria, put me here instead. They having the some guy open more doors in case helping but doors not liking him so much so is not work so far. Might having wait for Mommy having enough time notice I missing.]

[Pictures Mommy, Samaria?]

[Already showing you Samaria!] Samaria again. [Mommy looking like this.] Winged, serene, leather outfit and speckled wings and opaled arm.

[I showing you brainphone pictures?]

[Sure!]

[Tirion!] He sends it. [Fëanáro and sons!] He sends dozens of images for that. [Magic dog!] Tyelcormo coming home with a Huan who could fit in his arms - [Enemy] Not of him doing anything, that'd be too scary for a child.

[Oh magic dog so little a puppy!]

[Magic dog so little a puppy! Tyelcormo so little a puppy!]

[People not puppies people children.]

[Pen children? Huan people.]

[Okay well people having two legs not puppies. Am eight.]