"They're fine," Howard says, but he does take extra care with her papers, putting what few with page numbers in order as he skims them. He doesn't understand a lot of it, but the math's solid, and that makes him think. After straightening the sheaf of papers on his knee and picking the dame's name off of the front of one, he hands them back to her.

"See? They're fine, Doc." And wasn't that strange? Doctor Jane Foster. Looked like the world had done some changing. "I, on the other hand, am not fine. I'm lost, actually. Can you show me the way out of here?"