[She is outside somewhere, looking up at the hell-sky. Whatever she's trying to see, apparently she can't see it because she looks dissatisfied.]

I know it's silly, since we're in hell and all, but I would have liked to know if he made it across to wherever he's going.

[Double-hell, or whatever.]

Back home, the stars would serve as a guide. But this...

[Well. There's no stars here.]