[ It takes her some time to wake up, when they return her. Her body is so week. She feels so tired. And it feels like it's been years since she's seen anything but grey and white and steel.

She can see the sky. She stares at it for a little while, eyelids fluttering as she struggles to keep awake and remember that if she can see that, she needs to be doing something. Moving. But she just doesn't want to. Everything hurts. Her body aches in a way she didn't know it could.

It's a very painful, grueling process, but she manages to pull herself up to sit against a tree and laboriously pull out her journal. She flicks on the video function, and the sight of her isn't a pleasant one. The paleness of her skin and the dark circles under her eyes are the least of it. There's a hollowness to her cheeks, a wideness to her eyes, that suggests illness. Something very wrong.

She looks like she hasn't eaten in days. ]

I, um. [ She lifts a hand, pressing it into her eye. ] I could use help. Soon. I'm -- so tired. I'm...

... is that water?

[ Of course, then she drops the journal. It records the tree canopy and the sky through it for a while. Then it just abruptly cuts off.

Well, that's worrying.



Much later, at least an hour - probably two - she'll reopen the journal, and it's obvious now she's in the clinic. She looks basically not at all better, but she's trying. ]

Sorry. I-- I'm fine. I will be. [ A breath out. ] So that's a Malnosso kidnapping, huh? [ Her mouth twists, wry. ] I -- really get now why they're not popular.

[ Then she just sighs, resting her head back against her pillows and shutting her eyes. She's just -- you know. She'll be fine. A week's starvation never hurt anybody. ]

( Morning of the 2nd / Action in and around Seventh Heaven )

( Afternoon and evening of the 2nd / Action in Good Spirits )

( Pepper Potts and Susan Richards | Locked 100% )

I know both of you probably haven't been having an easy few days yourselves, but I could really use someone to talk to. Someone that isn't male. Or teenage. Or both.

This is a repost of Jane's original first entry, which can be found here. All comments are obviously there.


[ It takes Jane a long while to settle down to this first ... whatever. Video? Journal entry? Something. She has clothes - not her own, but clothes nonetheless - and even a small bag of food, to take with her when she goes to find ... well. Someplace to stay. Stay, not live. This won't be home. It can't be.

She sighs heavily, puffing her cheeks out on a hard breath as she flips through the pages. An hour or two of reading have acquainted her with how the system works, as bizarre as it is. She sounds tired, when she speaks, a sort of bone weary ache. ]

Alright. So the journal is some sort of half-book half-iPad technomagical means of communicating, aaaaand this place gives you wings. [ A beat. ] There's a cheesy Red Bull ad in there somewhere, but I'm not going there.

[ A pause. Stay on track for three seconds, why don't you? ]

Sorry, I-- my name is Jane Foster. I'm a astrophysicist with SHIELD, if that means anything to anyone. Well, more like a researcher, but -- anyway. I just really hope that means something to someone. It'd be nice to at least -- I don't know. Have a familiar face from my own world. Or universe. I'm guessing universe.

[ Another pause, shorter. ] So how many versions of Earth are there, here? I'm going to guess at least a dozen. Maybe several dozen, who knows. And probably plenty of other worlds besides. From who knows how many different universes. And yet here we all are. [ She laughs, incredulous and kind of unhappy. ] This place is somehow the special one. I'd just -- love to know how they do it, really. Someone's going to tell me it's magic, and I just--

[ She finally stops, sighing again. ]

Sorry, sorry. Um -- hi. Nice to ... meet all of you, I guess.