The Mighty Thor was not lost. His sense of direction was unparalleled. It was only that he was distracted. The poison these people had put in his blood had muddled his mind, just as it had momentarily weakened him when he had tried to tear free of his restrains.

He'd been turned around a thousand times in these halls that all looked one like another.

Hearing voices nearing the turn just behind him, Thor secreted himself in one of the many alcoves. He let the girl pass. She was leading others with her, a woman and a man. They were not dressed as the keepers in this place. Thor glanced at his own garb.

He could move much more freely if he was dressed as they were. They would not expect that. He had come in clothing from his home. He would leave in clothing from theirs.

He'd noticed that the people behaved with the most gentleness here toward the wounded, and decided that it must be some sort of Healing House. Though he had yet to decide why they were so intent on keeping him that they would poison him. It mattered little. Their schemes would be of little account once he had Mjolnir again in his possession.

Poking his head out of the alcove he peered down the hall and saw a man, garbed as one of the healers, walking quickly, and alone.

Casting about him, Thor settled on the easiest thing and cradled his elbow as though it was hurt. He drew away from the wall and balanced on the balls of his feet, holding his arm. As the man neared, Thor cleared his throat.

That got the man's attention. Glancing up he frowned quickly, "I'm sorry, Sir," the man faltered, "you're not supposed to…Where did you come from? We don't have patients on this –"

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Giving a quick glance up and down the hall, Thor stepped out into the hallway, leaving the door partially open behind him. The man was unlikely to wake for some time.

The blow would in no way permanently harm even a mortal and the air in this country was so thick and warm that there was no way for him to freeze. And Thor had left him the odd little smock they'd dressed him in to cover himself with when he woke.

Outfitted in the healer's uniform, Thor walked with more freedom in the halls.

The healer had told him something about 'elevator', but Thor hadn't understood the word.

Finally, the man – who had seemed altogether more frightened than Thor thought necessary – had stammered something about a map at the end of the hall.

A map, Thor understood.

The map, when Thor found it, was barely recognizable as such.

He stood before the strange diagram, staring at it with his arms folded across his chest, completely puzzled, when a young healer, a female, drew up next to him.

"Uh," she said, shyly, "Hey,"

Thor looked down and smiled at her, "Well hello."

"Um," she tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear, "Did you, uh, did you need some help? You look a little…lost and I, I didn't remember seeing you here…before…"

"I'm new here." Thor offered.

"I thought so," she nodded, "I would've remembered." Then she blushed, "What're you looking for?"

"I must confess I've been a bit turned around by your halls. They all look exactly the same,"

"I know, right?" she scoffed, "Okay," she touched the map with one small finger, "We're right here, and that…is…um, the-the staircase right over there by the window…"

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The sun outside of the House was warm and the air heavy in a way Thor was not accustomed to. There was business, though Thor could not see the immediate cause. The light was warm on his face. Looking out, he tried to get his bearings, shake off the last dregs of the poison that slowed his mind.

The only warning of approach he had was a sound of crunching gravel beside him before he'd been flung to the ground again.

Two people came around from before the creature that had felled him, "I'm so sorry," the female gasped, "I swear I'm not doing that on purpose!"

After a moment, Thor recognized them as two of the ones whom he had met the night before. Dizzily, he looked from the little pointed female face to the broader one of the man, and then out, beyond them.

"Blue sky," he said, "One sun…This is Earth, isn't it?"

The voice of the other, the maid with the weapon, spoke as her head became suddenly visible out a rear window of the vehicle, "I…think you may have hit him with your car one time too many," she offered.

The girl nearer him, had brown eyes that were remarkably wide and soft. Thor remembered them. She did not respond to her friend.

The hurriedly she looked away from him. She tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Let's get you some clothes," she said.

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Okay, all of this is me, except for that last exchange between Thor and Jane and of course Darcy. That was from the script. The rest of it was inspired by one line from the script where they state that Thor is leaving the hospital in stolen scrubs.

That was just too fun to pass up.

Then I started wondering how he got out, and what he thought about it – because clearly he's not up to speed on us or our customs – and judging from that line at the end, he didn't even realize he was on Earth.

Anyways, there it is. Let me know what you think of it.