Come to think of it, it’s pretty feasible that Ford and Gideon had some opportunity to speak to one another before the big rescue scene and zodiac kerfuffle. Like maybe Bill gets bored flinging him around the throne room and wanders off for a bit (all disapproving parent guilt-trippy, “Ugh fine be that way, I can’t even look at you rn, I’m gonna melt some mountains and come back when you’re feeling cooperative”), and all the other demons shuffle out too since there’s no show anymore so they’re left alone together.

Gideon carries on dancing for a bit to be safe, but when the coast is clear he sticks a hand out between the cage bars and waves a little. “Yoohoo, excuse me! Gideon Gleeful here, hi. Did I hear right that you’re the author of those journals?”

And Ford is like, “What?,” because this has been a super unfun week for him and it’s hard not to be snappy. But then he also considers that he’s probably not the only one, given that he’s being spoken to by a small caged child in a sailor suit, so he’s like, “Uh…yes, that’s right.”

“Ohhhhh, well see now, that makes a lot of sense! I found Journal 2, you know; big fan of your work. Big fan.”



A moment of awkward near-silence as something monstrous shambles past outside the Fearamid. Ford coughs up a handful of blue sparks.

“Gosh, I have to tell you, though, in hindsight that summoning ritual probably wasn’t the best–”



“YOU DON’T SAY.”

