[ a breath of a pause and before day continues, peter interjects with a: ] I don't think they were dreams in the truest sense of the word. [ visions, perhaps. he thinks doc strange would call it something else entirely, would probably have a slightly more accurate term for it — kind of like the quote-unquote meditation he does, where peter's not really sure he's really there, or—

like, there was that time when he had to deal with the shade, and— (maybe.) he'll think about that later.

he remains quiet as day recites the recording; that he remembers the coordinates is impressive and it's reflected in peter's expression, just for a second and he looks over towards maes hughes and his maps. ] —So it was an SOS. [ beat. ] I'm kind of hung up by the use of temporarily, if I'm being honest...

[ like, yikes? ]