( ...well, then. An attempt was made. And what can Thor, who has failed every single instruction served to him, at least once, say in response to that? The man tries.

Generously, Thor retaliates in humble kind, while several of the spirits start muttering to each other, with one clapping his back the once, chilled, to signal its support. Come on, Thor, you can do this. )

Who... is it? ( No. No, hold, and his hand goes up, palm outward, a look of well-sculpted and haunting despair marring him. ) No. I know. I —

( Slowly. Surely. The most scrutinised and intensely schooled. ) Knock... knock... who?