"Ummm.... Yes, I guess I was, but surely you must be too young to remember that. It was ... 1978."
To Dr. Strange:
"The Astral Plane?" Maelstrom asked stupidly. He had been a physicist for the space programme, after all, in his other life. "It doesn't look like outer space to me. Unless we're floating in some nebula. Interesting. You must be creating some sort of life support bubble?" He tilted his head curiously, "Did you say you created a time pocket as well?" Blink ... blink. The ramifications for space travel were infinite. "That's ... amazing. No, beyond that. That's ... unearthly."
Stunned out his usual shell by the lovely traveller from his own world and the incredible events of the last few minutes, Beorn forgot to be shy. "Of course, I'll help find these gems, but you must agree to talk with me a while when this is all finished. Please."
|I'm not too fussy on which group I'm with. Let's let the leaders pick like a grade school baseball game.|