"My own personal hell," Misha muttered darkly. It was a hard, difficult thing to explain where exactly they had gone in those few terrifying moments. She had only been there once, after all, but that was still one more time than Doom had under his belt. Despite that fact, it was pretty easy to understand what the place had been and the implications of entering somewhere other than where they exited. Start in one place, end up somewhere that possibly didn't even exist in relation to the point of origin. Point A to point 1, if you would. After a notable pause for thought, Misha continued.

"It's, like... multi-universe theory. If you can imagine a permutation of events, it exists somewhere out there. That place is the hub, I guess," she said, uncertainty obvious in her tone. This time, she couldn't possibly be so lucky as to recognize where she had ended up, and that thought scared her. More than anything else, she seemed to be running purely off fear to keep going recently. First with Doom and his kidnapping plot, now with being dragged into that outer-universe that sent chills down her spine. At least she now knew it wasn't her own personal bias that made the place terrifying, yet on the other hand she was certain it had been her own power that pulled her back in. What kind of cruel trick was that? "That was the second time I've ever seen it. Look... when I said anywhere, I really mean it."