"We can look at everyone, see who looks safe to drop in on."

"Yeah, but if they all are - all of ours in spherical Valinor would've been -"

"It might not make sense to prioritize mes. Because of Utumno."

"Okay."

Hug.

Hug.

He is chattering with locals in an improving approximation of their language.

The locals don't recognize his accent or know who he is but are mostly willing to identify stuff he points at.

And soon the angel Isabella is back.

"Ready to come to round Arda?"

"Mm-hm! I can stay for a couple of days."

Teleport back! To the courtyard of his alt's house. It has an excellent view of the city skyline.

"Oh, wow."

"I can call Mirelótë over."

"Science is great."

"...Bella and company found another me, dear. With wings but no you."

"Another! Already! Let's go say hello, of course."

So over they go. "Hello!"

Bella translates.

"Hello. I was not expecting you to be so tall."

"Too bad!"

"What's the story with the wings?"

"It's not really a story. I was born with them. I'm an angel, so is my mother."

"We found another world with gods. Hers controls the weather when she sings for it. Or other angels."

"I thought you were looking for worlds without gods?"

"We were."