[for Tony and Dr. Grey]

Were I in my right mind, I might appreciate the irony of having my arm slung around Tony's shoulder just to keep myself upright as I stumble down the mountain, especially today. I am not, however, in my right mind, so for now, the irony's a bit lost on yours truly. Much like the past hour, actually. Were someone to ask me how the heck I ended up in the clinic when I could've sworn we were in the mansion about a second ago, I honestly wouldn't have an answer.

I'm sitting on the edge of my old bed in the clinic, wearing clothes I don't remember putting on -- wasn't I in the Vespa suit? There was a test, I was supposed to be testing the tech-sense today -- and holding a melting icepack to my aching head. Were it not for Tony still lingering around, it might just be a regular day in New York.

"Did we teleport?" I ask him, under my breath.