“Pocket dimension…” MJ mumbled, but she wasn’t sure about it. On one hand, who was she to question some of the greatest minds on theoretical physics (but at the same time, she was MJ so she would), on the other… well, everyone here seemed to be dead, and wasn’t that a little odd.
“There are an awful lot of dead people here.” She told him, her eye brows raised with a small sigh, “Natasha, Stark, May,” She rolled her shoulders, “I mean, if that was possible, whats to stop someone from going and changing everything…?” MJ asked him, more hypothetically than anything else.