[The skies open up over the funeral. Thunder rolls and lightning flashes, and something like anger and pain fills the air. And before the funeral is done, another figure stands behind the rest, tears that might be, but are not, raindrops, cascading down his cheeks. A warrior of truth has fallen, and a thunder comes to mourn.

And after that funeral is done, the skies clear, and thunder recedes, and that figure, quiet, but determined, finds Matt Murdoch. And when one is turned to Ten Forward, so is another.

A moment of startlement turns to wariness, and Thor once more turns to this lawyer he has heard much about.]

What is this? Where are we?