"I just dunno how customary it is. I braid my hair when I remember to when there's Elves."

"I think long hair is a signal all by itself so you're probably fine." Squeeze.

"Okay!"

They can visit strange playgrounds and meet people Macalaurë thinks might be suited for his Rebecca!

Rebecca makes friends! Some of the candidate friends are actually mostly there to learn things about other worlds and/or the 1800s but many of them are neat in their own right anyway.

He does more concerts and gets more acclimated and reads about weird medieval torture devices.

Those medievals were sure creative.

"It's not the same thing at all."

"Yeah, but there's enough similarity that I can't find it appealing."

"Could have Sybil pay attention, notify you if you get a girl who wants to be tortured in ways that hit a little too close to home."

"I also want to leave her alone for a couple hours, though, she just traumatically died and she gets her baby back and I don't want to interrogate her about torture preferences right away."

"For whatever it's worth I do not care if you torture consenting people."

"I believe you. I just - it's permanently in a completely different category."

He writes Beka. 

How likely do you think it is that kinkier you specifically enjoys being tortured?

I don't really like it myself and I had lots of chances to get used to it, but I dunno how much "kinkier" would fix that up.

How many concerts will he have to do to afford a precog with a longer time horizon than Sybil.

Seventeen.

That sure is a lot of concerts. He does concerts.  

He books a time for a wedding at a Catholic church in Warp. He books a resurrection for the day before that. He books a precog.

His precog says he says his Rebecca isn't into medieval torture devices.

Oh good.

His Rebecca can wake up in a Lórien with her Catherine beside her.

Ooooh. Heaven is pretty.

So pretty! Peaceful and pretty and quiet.

She scoops up Catherine and feeds her and sits for a bit and then gets up and walks.

She can hear singing in the distance.

Ooooooh. She goes singingward.

There's someone sitting there in a valley singing.