“Yes, I thought—You seemed to have a . . .” Vision sputters to silence. He picked the place because this very cottage was featured in many of the photos on Wanda’s Pinterest account. The account Vision had caught himself looking at more than once as he tried to come to terms with her imprisonment.

But now that she’s here he worries that she’ll feel he was intruding on her personal space . . .on a public website . . .that was available for anyone to see. Like phasing through the walls of her room even though the door was open. “The house was available for short term rental. I thought it would help you in your recovery.”

He carries her to the open hatch and steps out of the aircraft and into an expansive field of lavender. A quaint French cottage awaits them across a gravel road. There’s nothing but trees and nature for miles. Here Wanda can recuperate without the intrusion of the minds of others.