Jedao opens it, and he just - he feels warm, all the way through, just like he does every time he does laundry and thinks of Edwin, just like he didn't, then, because Edwin was feeling it for him. He feels like some of the awful knotted-tight stuck feeling inside him every since the crash tugs gently apart.

"It's perfect, Sunshine," Jedao tells hims softly. There's no wavering or flinching as he looks at it - those other wild dimensions are where his kind once made their home. Even if he knows he'll have to be careful not to leave it in the hamper.