net.

I just don't see how someone loses a door. But then, I've known people who were definitely not me who have lost entire boats before. So maybe it's not that inconceivable.

[Filtered to Peggy Carter + Natasha Romanoff]

So I found that door people were talking about when I first got here. And I marked around the door. It was in the Mandalay Bay, but I can't seem to find it again. I have been combing that damn hotel since. But, NG. If you see a floor or ceiling or wall in the Mandalay Bay (I'm pretty sure) that is marked 1194 in purple at the bottom left outer jamb. That's our door.

Or it might be a different door, that's not the one where you go home, get new experiences, and then probably get shot. Because I only got stuff. But on the plus side:

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How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December’s bareness every where!
And yet this time removed was summer’s time,
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
Like widow’d wombs after their lords’ decease:
Yet this abundant issue seem’d to me
But hope of orphans and unfather’d fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute;
Or, if they sing, ’tis with so dull a cheer
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter’s near.

...

What I need is a quart of Bushmills and a girl who can say damn without a blush and in a few hours time it will not matter where I am, who I am or what I am.