Mystery was walking towards his ship, seeing if he can contact either Bobby and Shea, and get an update on their status, maybe also get a call into his family to let them he’s doing fine. He suddenly stopped when he felt a strong presence. He turned around and faced a floating spectral being of light, in a high collared dress with armor on it, the being in question was Vision, the spirit who created the Race of Dreams. He has grown tolerable of the Light over the years but it was still an unpleasant feeling to him, being a being of Darkness. He did his best to maintain composure in front of her.
“Vision, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked.
“You have done well on your task, Walker. Now comes the next one.” Vision told him. “You must reflect on your wish you desire to be granted, why do you feel it is the one you want. You must ask yourself why. To a new world you will be sent to think on it and meet companions on the way.”