Space.
In the vast, boundless universe, the Guardians of the Galaxy's ship received another distress signal.
Ever since Gamora had entrusted her secret to John, she had felt much more relaxed.
It was as though a great boulder pressing down on her heart had finally been removed, allowing her to breathe.
Star-Lord could tell that, although Gamora said nothing about it, she was far more at ease than before.
He was curious about the secret, but seeing her like this, he stopped speculating.
The Guardians of the Galaxy returned to their usual routine.
Drax slowed his movements in an attempt to turn invisible, while Mantis's peculiar imagination meshed well with the burly man's.
Groot now had another game to play, thanks to a new game console he had gotten from John's ship.
This gave Rocket Raccoon even more headaches.
He frequently threatened to throw the console away.
But those were only words. Having watched the kid grow up, Rocket Raccoon never actually followed through.
Star-Lord and the others hummed little tunes and ate compressed rations.
They used the Warp Engine to jump to the signal's location.
Their cheerful mood quietly vanished at the sight of the horrifying wreckage.
"What happened here?"
Just as Star-Lord spoke, a "corpse" drifted over and landed flat against the windshield.
"Turn on the wipers and get him off!" they all shouted.
But the corpse's eyes suddenly opened.
The terrifying sight made the Guardians of the Galaxy realize that this man had actually survived in space.
Before long, Thor had been brought aboard after drifting through space.
Even Gamora couldn't resist touching Thor's body in amazement when she saw that he could survive the vacuum of space.
"His body is like metal."
The sight made Star-Lord burn with jealousy. He cleared his throat twice. "I've got