. . . January 1st, 2011. . .

. . . Asgard. . .

I awoke with a start off my bed ending up crashing on the floor. It felt like a bad dream. Everything; from the destroyed Bifrost to talking to a entity claiming to be responsible for my existence.  I stood up noticing Asgard was whole again. I noticed there was a door leading to my room rather than a blue screen.

It happened.

I remember it.

The Borg.

Steve killing the Borg Queen.

I leaned forward with my hands on the window-still and breathed in the fresh Asgardian air.

Freedom.

The fresh taste of freedom.

And I grinned back at Asgard.

Guess who's back to right their mistakes?