Henry's head emerged from beneath the cool water of the pool. He had woken up early so he could have some time to himself to swim alone. Three days in George's manor, an old resort he'd bought in the Asheville Mountains. 72 hours and it still wasn't enough time to ruminate on what little George had told them. It hadn't been spoken about much since they all had arrive, their time spent more on rest in recreation, and perhaps they were the better before it.
I think it’s more complicated than ‘alien’. It’s not the word I would use. The situation is more… Complicated than that.
That was putting it simply. Henry sighed, deciding he'd had enough of treading water. Making his way out of the pool, he dried himself off and got ready to eat some breakfast. George's staff had done a good job of preparing a breakfast that was beyond believable every morning they'd been there. This time, he preferred to simply work the waffle iron. The good thing about getting there early....it meant more for him.
Once breakfast was over, Henry decided to take a seat outside and think about one to do next. Maybe he would head to the Memorial later to pay his respects. The manor, as cool as it was, was beginning to feel a little cramped.
"I believe we’re dealing with beings capable of traveling through dimensions. Not just time. Not just space. Whole planes of reality. To put it in more pleasant terms for right now, we’re dealing with something, or some things, that are incredibly dangerous to humanity."
Dread like this wasn't common, welling up in his chest like a bad case of vertigo, making him want to vomit. What happened was unreal. George knew more than he let on, but he was still hard to trust. He needed to talk with someone who'd understand. They were out here here scrappin' the dark, still thinking in four dimensions when the world had proven there were five+. But he couldn't reach those he needed to when he needed to. And...
Something was wrong. Some...
...someone was screeching. Hearing loud noises soar through the air didn't exactly alarm Henry at this point, though he was sure anyone trying to sleep didn't exactly appreciate the clamor.
“FUCK YES!” She shouted, as her body again, fell back to earth.
"Ah, Jemma, right?" Henry nodded, greeting the shapeshifter and she touched down upon the ground. The answer was obvious in hindsight. "How long have you been, uh, divebombing the inn?" he asked with a chuckle.