[ Sanctum Sanctorum ]

As Peter disappeared into the noisy streets of New York, Strange returned to the confines of the Sanctum Sanctorum. The past week had been hectic-maybe even more than the one he endured during his fight with Dormammu. All of that said, at least his universe was safe from being torn apart by the Multiverse.

-It could have been much worse.

Entering the now summer Sanctum weather, the stairs leading to the second floor had been replaced with an image of the Mirror Dimension. On the other side of the frame was the Dark Supreme-showing a smug look at his counterpart.

-He may have had to still deal with Peter (Andrew), Octavius, and the box downstairs, but he had to still show his thanks to his Multiversal companion.

"So, it worked out for you, hm?" The Dark Supreme inquired. "They didn't even need you."

"Yeah, well. That's what he has to learn-I won't always be there to babysit him."

"I'm glad that you got to meet your universe's Peter Parker. Always seems like joy follows that kid."

"You never got to meet yours?"

"Too love-stricken to find out." He sighed, approaching the Mirror Dimension. "So, does that mean you learned your lesson. No more meddling with the Multiverse."

"Agreed. You never know when-ah!" Strange turned to the side, feeling a sharp pain on his head. "Jesus..."

"Strange? You okay?" The Dark Supreme had his arms crossed, looking at Strange struggling. "Have a migraine or something?"

"No, no." Strange let out successive breaths as if he had been a part of a marathon. "I'm just- ah!"

Is that you?

"AHHH-!" Strange dropped to one knee, feeling an influx of pain enter his brain.

"Strange!" The Dark Supreme's worry grew larger.

I can't... see.

"Damn it..." Strange managed to utter, reaching out to the Mirror Dimension. "Hel-AHHHHHHH-!"

It... is you.

"STRANGE!"

"IT'S-!" strange dropped to the ground.

You.

"STRANG-"

"Wan-" After a few moments, Strange passed out.

It's nice to meet you again...

Stephen.

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DOCTOR STRANGE will return in...