"Medical testing, finding them decorative for some reason, prurient purposes..."

"Eegh," he says, about the last two.

"Hey, I don't have any."

"Good for you! I'm glad!"

"...did when I was in med school but for, you know, homework."

"That's fine, that makes sense. I wouldn't even be that upset if you had them around for the other thing, honestly, I'd be weirded out if I had to look at them but it's not actually bad, just, eegh."

"Yeah people being weirded out by having to look at them is why they go in the basement," nods Cam.

"Yes. It's a good reason."

"Anyway. I could check to see if there's anybody else on the planet."

"I think that sounds like a really good idea."

"Shall I go do this somewhere you won't have to look at resultant basement-dwellers? I didn't actually put in basements in either house."

"If you can make tiny models of houses is there any way you can make, like... tiny figurines, not-alive ones, of people?"

"I can make them small people, but replacing the materials requires knowing more than I do about what materials are involved. If they're human, I could do locks of hair, say, if they're tentacle aliens or at the moment I try to conjure them from they are being made of crystal shards or something not so much."

"Huh. Okay. Then please do make your basement-dwellers somewhere I won't have to see them."

"Sure thing."

Cam flies off.

Tiro takes a delighted little tour of his delightful house. It's so nice. He is so happy.

There are no other people on this planet. Well, maybe they're microscopic or something. But if he finds a way to check that too, nope, there are no other people on this planet.

Cam doesn't actually check for microscopic people. He comes back to Tiro's house and reports that they're it.

"Yeah. I mean, it was possible that there were more people, but... I didn't really think so."

"It would have been interesting to find out how they got here if there were any."

"There might have been an actual enclave of whoever used to live here, somewhere. Somebody could've dug themselves into a hill and actually survived there. But I wouldn't expect it."

"I'd expect an island. There's a little water left a couple places, somebody on an island could have had a moat's worth of ocean left."

"And whatever drove everybody underground could've been unable to cross it and kill them all?"

"Was my thinking, but apparently not."

"Well, thanks for looking. And for my house. My house is great."

"I'm glad you like it!" Wag wag.