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In this state of sleep, he wanders the paths with a set state of being, his eyes open and his mind wider than his gaze. He clutches tight to a piece of old driftwood, but in his mind's eye, he's equipped with a sword again, patrolling the forests in search of a thief -- in search of his thief. There's something in his path, an impossible obstacle that he can't seem to conquer, and he can't even put a name to it.

He wields his weapon as he walks the pathways, a determined set to his shoulders -- as if burdened by armor rather than the light protection of a thin sweatshirt and pants. He halts when he comes across a worthy foe of a man, staring up and up, caught in this place between waking and sleep, gripping the driftwood ever tighter. "We have to hurry," he insists sharply. "The curse will be upon us if we delay," he tells the man.

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It had been a long shot, of course, but Thor feels disappointed anew, a fact which reads plainly in his features, though he does his best to curb the emotion. It is not this man's fault for sharing a face with a dear friend, nor is it that he apparently cannot remember his own name.

"Then David Nolan I shall call you," Thor replies, managing a slight smile, though it is not as bright as is his custom. "We should return you indoors."

The warmth is welcome in the face of his confusion. His memories already try to leave him, but now that he's begun to wake up in places where he can't recall falling asleep, it's grown worse. "Sorry, who are you?" he asks, trying to place the facts firmly in his brain now that he's solidly awake. "I'd like to go inside, yes."

"I am Thor, son of Odin and Prince of Asgard," he says, nodding once with the introduction as he turns around in the direction of the Compound. He does not anticipate the recognition that so often comes with his name, and so it is that he gives his full title. With the mention of the queen earlier, it seems somehow relevant. "Come, then. Have you been here long? Or do you remember?"

Something about that strikes a chord of familiarity in David, maybe the name, or maybe it's the title. He can't put his finger on it, though, so he abandons the train of thought to focus on something easier. "They said that they found me in the clinic a month and change ago," he explains. "That I just appeared out of nowhere, in something called a 'comatose' state. I was John Doe until someone told me that I wasn't."

And who knows? If this man had arrived first, maybe he would be responding to Fandral, after all.

"You've someone from your home?" Thor surmises, genuinely glad for the man, as he considers himself fortunate to have both friends and family in this strange realm. Whatever difficulties he may have had (and continue to have) with Loki, that they are lost together has made the homesickness more tolerable than it might have been otherwise.

"Her name is Mary Margaret," David explains, searching for the proper explanation in his mind as to what she is to him. He knows that he knows her -- she feels more real than anything he's ever known, but what does an amnesiac know about the world? Only what's in front of his eyes. "She says she knows me. She says that it's me. She recognized things about me," he says, fingers drifting to his chin. "Like this. Like my scar."

While Thor is not the most observant of mortals, just as he was not the most observant of gods, this man is not so difficult to read. That he has feelings for this Mary Margaret is plain to see, but that he doubts her story is equally as obvious.

"And yet you don't believe her," Thor replies, sounding curious. "I've met her once,, your Mary Margaret. She struck me as kind... Too kind to lie."

"I know," David agrees, because that's the most perplexing part in all of this. He truly doesn't think she has it in him to lie, but there are little things that begin to add up and the whole situation is strange -- too strange to be explained. "I guess I just don't believe that I live in some town in Maine with a wife named Kathryn. It seems like a story -- and not even a good one," he says forcefully.

Thor cannot help but agree with David's assessment; the story does seem rather dull for a man he found waving around a branch like a weapon.

"When you were sleeping, you said something about a Queen," says Thor. "One who intended to destroy all happiness." He shoots David a frank sort of look. "That sounded more exciting than... Maine."

"Unless Maine is a more interesting place than Mary Margaret would have me believe," he remarks, shaking his head. "I don't know. I haven't had any of my memories, but I've been in something of a coma for a long time. Maybe I just dreamed it all. Maybe I was trying to escape the monotony of my life?"

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