[The Eastern quarter. Heimdall lifted his head, searched the skies once more. He had been correct then, at least about this. But Nautilus? What world was Nautilus? What realm? And why had he never seen this place before?]

And are there other adults in this part of the city? Where could we find them? [he stops, thinks, and then removes his other glove, setting it on the ground near his knee.]

I ask your pardon. You have been gracious, and I've not even given my name. I am Heimdall of Asgard, little one. And you are?