Maya had found a book of legends – maybe myth, maybe history, who was she to say? – of a place called Songrun that looked interesting. On her way to the desk to check it out, her attention was drawn by a glowing green cube in one of the glass cases. It was not, a single look quickly assured her, the Cosmic Cube. It was the wrong size and color for that. But so soon after the troubles caused by the Cube, that she still felt was responsible for the rupture in time that had brought her here, much as it had brought Captain America and the rest of the Invaders to twenty-first century New York, curiosity about this cube was understandable.

She saw the sign directing people to the desk for assistance. Maybe she'd ask there when she checked out her book. She wasn't planning on handling the cube or trying to open the case. She pulled a tiny Madonna Inn pink notebook from the pocket of her also tiny and not exactly winter-appropriate jean shorts, and began to draw the cube on its chain, highly detailed with every glimmer and reflection of light. She finished the first drawing and took two steps to the side to start again from a different angle.