[For Thor] Post-Red Riding Hood

Jane's nearly halfway to Thor's by the time she realizes that's where her feet are taking her. When she'd plodded her way from the scrapyard, she'd been more than a little dazed and a whole lot irritated, so the fact that her body had turned her in the direction opposite her own home doesn't come as that big of a surprise. She's covered in slowly-congealing blood and brain matter, she could use a little emotional support.

On the front porch, she lifts her hand and stares at it a long moment before curling her bloody fingers down and knocking. If she leaves a smear on the wood, Thor will just have to forgive her.