It is only ever sunrise or twilight, in the dark forest that leads to Urðarbrunnr. The fire is starting to die; Thor is stirring but tangled in his cloak for warmth. Loki is still wrapped around Christine, with her closer to the fire than he, for warmth. He's stirring too.

What had been a clearing was still a clearing, and the river roared loudly nearby. But they were no longer alone, for three cloaked figures stood with them. "Welcome, sons of Odin and Layfey, daughter of Midgard."