In the silence, Thor considered his battlefields. He wanted nothing more than to take this to some high mountain, a Midgard imitation of Hlidskjalf, where the Sentry could see all the things he might destroy - but mortals now built their shelters on the tallest peaks and the harshest tundras. Only one place would be far and lifeless enough.

"There are things you must know," he said, "but first we leave this land behind us."

It occurred to him, as he swung his hammer and let it pull him away, that even the moon might be too close. It wouldn't take long to reach it; what would stop the Sentry from returning just as quickly, if he lost himself? Nothing - except Thor, and he would have to do that at any cost, he told himself, even if it left him unable to return. With luck, the Sentry would do nothing stranger than hear where most mortals could not.