Alright. Here we go again. Recording yet another one of my adventures. Hi, this is Ivy Williams.

First off, here's a tip for anyone who wants to travel to England. Don't travel with Dr. Who fans. They'll spend the whole time trying to bribe your chaperones to let them explore London and look for a blue police box. Or Cybermen. Or Daleks. Or whatever.

Not that I don't like the Doctor. He's a good friend to have around when you need him. But when all your roommate Sharon can do is talk about the new Marvel movie which she's planning to see for her birthday and the 50th anniversary of Dr. Who, and you've met both Thor, Loki, and the Doctor and you have a whole bunch of issues you're dealing with that are connected with them… yeah. So, just consider that.

So I went England with my choir just around the time Thor 2 came out. And, Sharon being the Loki fangirl she is, asked if we could celebrate her birthday by letting us go watch it during one of our days which were free of performances.

As the movie first began, I felt nervous, but everything seemed fine. Upon Frigga's death, however, I knew that this would not be find. Absolutely not.

I heard Sharon sobbing over Loki's death at the end of the row. I buried my face in my hands so no one could see my reaction – I didn't know what to think or feel.

When we discovered Loki was still alive, I nearly screamed.

The whole movie was an emotional rollercoaster for me – one moment, I'd be laughing at the jokes, almost able to forget what was going to happen, then something awful would happen again. I was glad that the theater was dark. Otherwise, people would probably have noticed that something was wrong with me.

As we exited the theater and filed out onto the sidewalk, an arm wrapped around my shoulders.

"Are you okay?" asked Miranda in a low voice.

"That was awesome!" squealed Sharon, cutting off my answer. "Not enough Loki though. What do you think, Ivy?" She turned toward me, then frowned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I replied. Physically, anyhow. "Just… not feeling too great. What was your favorite bit?"

"The scene where they're flying that alien ship, definitely. The Captain America cameo was great too."

"Yeah, that was cool," I said. I hadn't seen Cap since the invasion of New York, but he was probably busy. It was nice to see him again like that, though, even if it wasn't really him.

It was just me, Sharon, and Miranda who had gone to celebrate – she doesn't have that many friends in the choir, probably because most of the girls there hang out with their own friends from school, while she's homeschooled. It's a shame more people don't talk to her, she's incredibly nice.

"Oh!" I said. "Happy birthday, Sharon."

I pulled out of my bag a gift I'd forgotten to give her earlier – a long scarf, emerald green with fringe on the had helped me finish it earlier in the day, giving me instructions over Skype.

"Oh, thank you, it's gorgeous," said Sharon, wrapping it around her neck. "How does it look?"

"Great," I said as we crossed the street.

Car brakes squealed.

I spun around just in time to see a car halt a few feet away.

The driver climbed out.

"Sorry, I'm just getting used to driving around here!" said a woman with brown hair who looked like Darcy Lewis.

Sharon jumped back a foot on seeing her.

I exchanged glances with Miranda.

"You all okay?" asked the Darcy look-alike.

"Yes," said our chaperone. "You're American?"

"Yeah. You are too?" she said.

Sharon was still staring.

I grabbed her elbow. "Let's… go to the other side of the street, Sharon." Before she completely and utterly ruined everything.