[What-if can lead one down a dark road. Wanda sighs and moves the coffee cup away from any maps and hands, not keen on making a mess before they've even set out.]

Right. [A harmless barrier, from the sounds of it. Not worth mentioning until she asked. She stares down at the maps, the little roads and streets and lines and colors, and that it all looks so plain and normal makes her gut clench.

The worst sort of prison to be in, maybe.]

It's as good of a plan as any. If that guy who responded to me only got turned around, I doubt we'll run into anything more sinister.

[They already started with blood, anyway.]