Visitation, Part I

What could be wrong? Elmo worried. This morning there had been a chance of snow. It had been partly sunny, with a high near 20. Tomorrow would be partly sunny with a high somewhere in the 20s, again with a chance of snow. Pretty typical stuff. He ventured, “I know it’s time to start warming. …”
“That’s not why I arranged this meeting,” Thor interrupted. “But. …”
“Not here,” Thor said brusquely. “We’re going for a little ride.” Thor’s burly hangers-on made as if to follow, but the god stopped them. “I can handle this by myself, boys,” he said, and headed to his big black car.