[And like that, Ren’s there, and though he feels the burning curiosity to ask why he’s dressed like that, this place conjures up vivid memory, like throwing hooks into old experiences and pulling back up—

Dread. Discomfort twisting in his chest. At the edge of the pool, opposite of where they stand, splashing noises echo messily, erratically.

Stephen knows where this is going. He averts his gaze, eyes hard and focused on Red, jawline taught.]

The past. My past. As far as nightmares go, the worst kind — losing someone close to me.

[He shakes his head, defiant.]

You’re an outlier in this. Someone who doesn’t belong. Try to influence our environment if you can; get us out of here.

[He’d much rather go back to Dormammu.]