A year in a mysterious, unidentifiable canyon, a few years spent with the Avengers, and Sam had learned that there was plenty of weird things that happened every day that he would never understand. He'd learned to accept it, to roll with it, and to protect his friends as best he could. It was harder when you were facing forces that could probably wipe you off the face of the earth as soon as look at you, but Sam managed as best he could.

So when Kira pulls out a card, holds it to the light, and then declares they should head in a northerly direction Sam doesn't question it. He raises an eyebrow, but he doesn't argue. Might as well see what Kira thinks is going to work, right? Kira doesn't strike him as the type to pull a joke and lead them in circles -- not where Credence is concerned. Sam's trusted his gut this far and it hasn't steered him too wrong.

"I just hope the woods cooperate tonight. I really don't want us getting lost on top of it," he muttered, glancing up at the trees accusingly. It had happened before, so he hoped it wouldn't decide to rearrange itself tonight of all nights.