The Guardian:
"Don't worry," she says. "If we're successful, I think it will be by reminding Haran Lucin, and all the other Seekers and Fists, that strength isn't about the worlds outside that answer to you; it's about the light that comes from inside you. I'm sure if the journey leads to a place that's true and right, the right name will follow."
Smoke didn't quite know what that meant, but tried anyway.
'Light from inside? You could be the Lamps!' She reached over and put her open hand in Erysk's own, the strength of her own scrawny arm like a steel spring.
'We're stronger together when we work and play together, with no to-do, no wars. I hope you put the Fists to rights.' Smoke withdrew her hand, built one fist on top of the other, then tossed it over her shoulder.
'Build high for happiness.'
The Traveller:
"I figured you would, babe. Partners make this place less lonely. And the scutters like you!"
Smoke outlooked warily around for the cleaners.
As the talkiphone box went outgoing there-and-here, Smoke asked only for a stop-off on Arsuran Orbital Prime before they left, so she could say build-high-for-happiness to her friends. They'd last eyespied her outgoing away with the Fists, and mayhaps had thought she'd been taken to the cleaners. She wanted to set things to rights before she disappeared off in the talkiphone box.
Smoke caught up with Fadreen and the other Kang wannabes, explaining all that had happened in the Justice Centre and talkiphone box, that she'd talked to top Fists and told them what they were doing was wrong and what they had to do. Dizzy-plant Erysk and Wall Lock were now unbold about the Fists deeds, and they promised to put things to rights. Smoke was outgoing away with Traveller to fight the Fists outside and put all space to rights. But that didn't mean the Arsuran Kangs were to sit and be quiet and wait, oh no. Smoke told them to keep running, keep wall-scrawling, keep complaining until the Fists played nice. The word was to be spread to all the other rebel groups as well. This was the time to keep pushing, now the Fists had cracked, now Smoke Alarm had shown them how they could beat the Fists at a different game.
Together they viddy-taped a few new stunts and made new wall-scrawlings to put on the interweb and show to all Arsurans that Smoke Alarm was still free, that the Kangs were still running and climbing. She told them new Kang knowhow and new Kang games and gave them their Kang colours, and had them make their own Kang ways and Kang games, and told them to build high for happiness. And mayhaps the Kangs would survive even in 195th century, and beyond.
She found Erysk again, and took her running with her through the streets and over the buildings. She gave her a strip of blue, not to make her a Kang, not yet, but to show her the way.
And Smoke Alarm met Mrs Maglup and Old Gaross and Peet, her street friends, to check that they were sound and safe and show them she was too. She hugged Peet, who still made her feel funny inside. She told them all to build high for happiness before she went outgoing into the talkiphone box and disappeared into the carrydoors of time and space.
The Traveller:
"Speak now, or forever hold your peace. Our next stop is Karn."
Smoke Alarm frowned.
'What do I say?' So, they were outgoing to another world. She wondered what Karn would be like.