Spinning Compass Comunications

[Dan's voice is soft and monotone, like when he talks in his sleep. He's obviously outside, though. Birdsong can be heard, people talking and calling to each other, and a few cars can be heard in the background, although they're very faint]

This place is rotting from the inside out. Looks normal, looks nice, but it's just a shell, a false face, and it's built on death and lies. The core is wrong. All wrong.

Okay guys, this isn't funny. In case any of you have forgotten, we've got a bit of a situation here!

Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to be somewhere a bit more stable. Drifting around in space isn't exactly my idea of fun. I could use a nice hot bath, maybe something to eat, preferably something salty. I'm in the mood for chicken. Is that an option or did they get snapped out of existence too? Oh and Scotch. A few bottles. And then maybe someone can tell me what the hell is going on?!

[People with any form of telepathy can probably hear her. If she reaches out to them, they might even share a connection in the void and might be able to see the black empty space, water on the ground. An endless void of water and darkness, and El standing at its centre lost and confused. She is sobbing and she is afraid.]

Mike? Mike?! Where are you?

Hopper?

Please, somebody find me! I think they've taken me away again... I don't want to go back, please, don't make me go back there...

( Jim Hopper, your phone is ringing )

( Brenna, you have one (1) new text message )

[Text to Maryanne]

This is a good news/bad news kinda message. Tony is here. I'm picking him up. He does not seem to remember any one of us though.

[Text to little Asgard group chat]

Tony Stark is back. Don't think he's doing so well. I'm bringing him to our house. Grandma, can you make your magic soup? I think he needs a bit of pampering.