There was a growing fire right across the street from the New York sanctum. The flames grew wild like tendrils reaching for air, and the two fire trucks were struggling to put it out. It grew so hot and wild no fighter dared to go inside. They just worked vigorously to keep the fire from spreading. Across the street, Doctor Strange lay passed out on his bed after returning from saving the world while cloak floated restlessly by the window. Actually, it was more like a dog, looking from the fire to the bed, expecting his master to do something right about now.

The fire and the cloak grew impatient, and it was clear the Master wasn't going to wake up by himself so cloak flew over. He pulled the covers off, annoying Stephen more than anything. Cloak threw up his hands (corners of the cape) and grabbed him by the leg, dragging Stephen out onto the floor effectively waking him up.

"What?! What?" Strange yelled, rubbing his bum as he got to his feet.

Cloak flooded over to the window and turned back to Strange, impatiently expecting him to catch up.

"God! I'm coming!"

Stephen finally made his way over and saw the fire cloak was vigorously pointing to.

"What? It's a regular, human world fire. You know we can't interfere."

Strange turned to go back but cloak was instantly in his face.

"Okay! Alright!" Stephen summoned his sling ring from the side table and it fit itself around his fingers.

Stephen sighed one last time and cloak went around his shoulders as he conjured up a portal.

Flames instantly spewed from the portal and Stephen had to catch a bad burn before he cast on a protection spell and went in.

It was like a hot pool of yellow and orange flecks everywhere. The wooden structure was falling to pieces, adding timber to the fire.

"This is bad. I wonder how it started. Gas leak? No, a gas leak would just explode. This is arson."

"Wait! There's someone here." Strange made cloak take him to the upper level.

Well two people had been there. Now, they were burning bodies. Cloak covered his nose against the putrid smell as he passed.

"But dead people don't have a heartbeat. Someone is alive here." Strange worked his way to the closet in the room and confirmed his theory.

There was a baby.

It was covered in fire and crying, but it wasn't burning. Strange noticed how the flames grew in sync with the baby's wails.

"Ah, so you're our little arsonist then, are you?" He bent and picked up the baby as he was still protected by the spell.

"There there, little one. You're safe." As Strange awkwardly managed himself, cloak "rolled his eyes" and maneuvered his master to hold the baby properly.

The baby started to calm down and hiccuped, and the fire around her started to fade. She slowly opened her eyes just enough to look at Stephen, then smiled and went to sleep.

The floor caved in and Strange fell an inch before cloak caught him.

"Time to go." He managed a portal and went back home with the baby, leaving the fire for the fighters to put out.