It's Thursday.

Another stupid, boring, lifeless, Thursday.

Here in New Mexico it only seems to reinforce that idea.

Here it is lifeless.

(As in no life.)

For miles and miles around.

Jane keeps reminding me that the chances of Thor showing up have somehow magically increased because in the kids book of Nordic legends Thursday is Thor's Day.

Which means I get to look forward to a long night of staying up until sunrise, with a giant cup of star bucks in the biggest size they have, alongside the ever go lucky Jane Foster.

Why can't there be more internet serial killers?

(I'm on the internet a lot. They would've found me by now.)

The only thing that keeps me a little content is the fact that this could actually get worse.

(Worse being that she would make us drive out in her bat mobile.)

"Hey Darcy?"

"Sup."

"Have you seen my jacket?"

Oh hell naw. Please, no, don't let her find it.

"Nope. I haven't seen it anywhere. Didn't you lose it since the last time we were out there?"

JANE PLEASE STOP LOOKING FOR IT. I DUN WANNA LEAVEEEEEEEEEE…..

"Oh, never mind. I found it!"

I'm putting myself up on craigslist.

"C'mon Lewis, let's hit the road before it gets dark. Oh! And it's supposed to be extra chilly tonight, so I'd bring a thick jacket if I were you. You know how cold it can be."

'Single, pretty brunette, blue eyes, nice ass, none saggy boobs, expects to die alone.'

That sounds good; hopefully they'll be quick when they kill me.

…

I could be doing so many other things right now.

(…Like reading a book. Practicing my sewing. Going on Face book. Buying new songs on iTunes. Playing Sims 3. Spending hours on YouTube. Catching up with Jersey Shore. Illegally downloading pirated movies. Drawing a mustache on my hand. Clipping my toe nails…?)

Okay… So maybe I don't have that many things I could be doing right now.

But now I really want mustache hand man.

I climb over Jane's sleeping body, seeing as it is her shift to sleep; I stumble, almost falling on her, accidently causing all the random who-even-knows-what that was once so ungracefully stuffed in that it has now fallen to a pile on the floor. But on top of that pile sits a black sharpie; I grab it and with a strong bite down on the lid I give it a sharp tug and it's uncapped with my left hand waiting diligently for its tattoo. With a gentle swing of my wrist and a fast two dot stab I look back and take a look at my master piece.

(That's gotta be one of the best mustaches I've ever drawn.)

But now there's that pile.

Eh, I'll pick it up later.

Damn I'm tired.

Against my will I lean back in the passenger's seat, I spare the sky a look before these eyes shut, wondering silently what time it is as I look at the dark sky. There is no sun on the horizon, yet. But the moon has already passed over us, so theres just a couple hours left.

Wait…

Okay, if the moons gone…

Then what the hell is that?

"Uh, Jane…? A giant star thingy's headed straight for us…"

And she's not waking up…

"JANE, DAMN IT WOMAN, WAKE UP."

And... Yea not quite…

So then I turn up the radio crazy loud, and within seconds she jumps up, startled straight out of her slumber. Mwahahaha I am so mean. This is karma for her making me come here.

"What is it? What's wrong?" I point at the oval sized body of pure light that's headed almost directing at the spot where our tank of a car is parked. It's getting close and it's getting close fast. We need to act quickly if we want to live.

But of course, I'm not really thinking right now.

I'm kind of staring in horror like a deer in the headlights.

Luckily, I have Jane to think for me.

She starts the car… and heads straight towards it.

Yea, not so lucky anymore…

She's driving like the maniac she is while I'm all but yet screaming as the car bounces up and down over the bumps of the desert. Tossing us back and forth inside, turning my brains into something of a scrambled egg in the process, all this and meanwhile the radio is still blaring at full volume.

It takes a while, but soon I'm used to it and can concentrate better, happy to realize that it turns out that light mass thing wasn't as close as it looked, but it was still racing towards our general direction.

I really hope it doesn't hit us, because then we would be dead.

And I'd prefer an internet serial killer any day rather than a… meteor thing.

Wait…

"Jane, take a second and look at that thing. It doesn't look anything like the Bifröst and it doesn't look like that funnel cloud the 'destroyer' fell from. The only type of science I know is political, but that thing looks a lot like a meteor to me…" I'm watching her closely to see her reaction to what I just said, and use as much will as I have not to jump for joy, when her suicidal madness fades and her foot slowly lets up on the gas as the car ends its break neck speed.

DARCY: 1

JANE: 0

"Damn it, Darcy. You're right." She leans back in the driver's seat, gazing back up at the night sky; either looking for Thor, or looking for answers, those two seem to mean the same thing.

"Let's go back to base; I'm tired, you're tired, and we've been out here long enough. We'll check out the meteor crash tomorrow so S.H.I.E.L.D. can't say that we didn't look at it." She starts to turn the car in the same path that we had just come from, and I can't even fully express my happiness at the idea of sleeping in my bed tonight.

(HEEEEEEEEEEEE.)

…

But looking back at it… we really should have gone to the crash when it had happened.