Under the Hood

[Thor]

Had been moving down in the water of his dream of death and yet now he seemed to be emerging from the water like some creature of the sea. Thor saw the familiar whiteness of the nexus. The was standing in a shallow pool of water. Was he still in that other place? No. Even though this place seemed a out of focus of the white vastness he had met Bluddflagg in, it did not feel like a false place or a trick of illusion. He aimed himself as best he could in the direction that he and Bluddflagg had first gone and began a march. He didn't realize he was heading a good bit more to the right then the first time. He walked for several hours until he saw a gate. It didn't look as he remembered, but he assumed that in such an abstract place it was not unreasonable to assume that the gates could change shape. He walked through the frame cold steel. The shroud of death lifted.