At the end of all things, there is a waiting room.
It's fairly typical, as these things go. Thin, scratchy carpet. Fish tank with still fish. Old gossip magazines. Incredibly uncomfortable chairs. The low buzz of a television or radio or something somewhere else, words indistinguishable. No windows, no clock, no door, and the receptionist's desk is shuttered.
This one's a bit special, though.
Her parents don't really look worried but they sure feel it.
They exchange a long look.
"Your brother?" her mother asks.
"My brother. He's a special secret, remember? I can feel that he's still there far away."
"Not yet. But I want to make sure he's okay. He might get into trouble, I think that brothers usually do that."
"...Honey, because of the same reason you can't talk about him, it's not safe to draw any attention to him. Including by making an odd trip to an Outer Rim planet."
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