There was a deep pitched humming in the transporter room aboard Alfheim, when Sif and Thor appeared out of nowhere in a cloud of gathering atoms and molecules. Sif still smiled with joy thinking about the love she had just witnessed as she turned to remove the bracelet from Tjalfe´s arm. Then she froze at what she saw! Or rather: what she did not see... The children weren´t there!
Thor and Sif looked at each other with a fearful expression! They stood completely still as if they were statues made of stone!
“The shield!” Thor barked. His yelling worked as a catalyst inside Sif, who immediately left the transporter room in a hurry. She fetched her communication device from a side pocket and turned it on as she ran down the hall way. “Baldur!” she cried, “Baldur! Come in! The shield! Reactivate it! Now! The children are gone!”
At the same time Thor threw himself at the console in the transporter room and began punching in algorithms as fast as he could. He didn´t even take the time to consider if they were safe to use. Right now his only thought was to prevent the Yetten from finishing their transporter sequence. Those kids could not fall into Yetten hands! To Outgard with safety! All that mattered were the children and he believed that if he was quick enough he just might be able to interfere with the transport. The chance of success wasn´t great - in fact, it was quite slim... But he had to try! He felt responsible for them and he would fight to the best of his ability.
Meantime, Sif reached the bridge, where Baldur was frantically trying to re-establish the shield and thereby prevent the final sequences of the Yetten transport. But a few seconds later, though for him and Sif it felt like an eternity, he let go of the console and shrugged in defeat.
“I´m sorry, Sif,” he said head shaking and looking into her eyes with sadness, “I can´t do it. Nothing works. It almost looks as if someone tampered with the entire system and sabotaged the shield...”
Deeeyoooohh...
The sound of a complete systems shutdown made it clear that the latest of Thor´s algorithms hadn´t been quite right. Thor smashed his hands angrily on the console with a torn expression on his face. Then he turned around and leaned on the console, slid down bending his knees till he finally sat with his back to the console while hitting himself on his forehead with a knotted fist.