"Our turn." Sophie takes him firmly by the arm and leads him to the bathroom, closes the door behind them, and begins to undress him. "Did you think I would?" Her hair moves in a wave as she shakes her head. "You silly, silly boy. I wouldn't deny you something so important. Set the tap how you'd like it, you're still overwarm."

While he does she turns momentarily to the mirror, peering intently at her own naked reflection. As she does, her face begins to resolve itself into the one Connor has always known, down to the last detail. Her freckles return, her skin darkens just a touch with her Asgard-earned tan, the weight she's put on in the past years returns to her frame. "There," she says. "Much better."