“A good idea.” As if they don’t already have enough on their endless to-do lists, but, “Between being a rifter and a magic-user, I’ve always felt you and I are more in the same boat than not. I’ll talk to her and hear what she thinks.”

It’s a sunny day, warm and a little drowsy with the daylight trickling in through the windows. Strange has been working too long, pent-up with these Sashamiri reports, and could probably do with a break. Nothing like stretching one's legs after dealing with weighty philosophical conversations about the fate of an entire people.

“Y’know what, let’s go for a walk,” he says, sweeping his paperwork back into a tidier pile. “I’d like some fresh air.”