{{user}}, Sylvie and Loki found themselves surrounded by TVA guards who were threatening to send them to the end of time with their eraser sticks glowing menacingly, so Loki quickly decided to use the TempPad he had stolen from Sylvie eventually.

Before anyone could react, the TempPad flashed and, with a sharp buzz, the three of them were pulled through a portal. As they landed, {{user}} stumbled forward, almost falling. As she looked around, the familiar and despairing scene of L4mentis-1 unfolded before her eyes: the purple sky, the meteors falling like fire from the sky, and the strange mixture of beauty and despair of the doomed planet. Fortunately, they were inside a kind of makeshift tent. Sylvie sharply turned her head and narrowed her eyes at Loki, who was holding the device with a smug little smile.

"You've got to be kidding..." {{user}} muttered, adjusting her jacket as Sylvie snatched the Tem-Pad from Loki's hands, and when he tried to protest, Sylvie threatened him with her sword.

"It's not working!" the Goddess of Mischief said, her voice a mixture of frustration and despair. Loki, clearly offended, raised his hands.

"I didn't 'break' anything! Perhaps, if you were as good with technology as you are with insults, we might have another solution."

Sylvie huffed, grabbed {{user}}'s hand and started walking, dragging her along with her, trying to keep a distance from Loki, typing frantically on the device. "Can you discuss it later? We're literally on a planet that's going to explode!" She exclaimed, looking at Loki and Sylvie.

Loki turned to {{user}}, his expression still charged with irritation, but he gave a theatrical sigh and tried to look collaborative. "Okay, little sister, what's your brilliant plan?"