( It’s almost a normal day in the infirmary, as Stephen Strange busies himself alongside Gwenaëlle with cleaning out some old potion bottles.
It’s almost a normal day in the infirmary until this message comes in, and Strange absentmindedly picks up his crystal and listens… and then instantly straightens in his seat, alarmed. He shoots the woman an apologetic look, crystal in one hand like a cell phone, mouthing that age-old sorry, I gotta take this, before he hustles off to a more private location. Headed for the towers, maybe.
Sharply, cutting straight to the pertinent question: )
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It’s almost a normal day in the infirmary until this message comes in, and Strange absentmindedly picks up his crystal and listens… and then instantly straightens in his seat, alarmed. He shoots the woman an apologetic look, crystal in one hand like a cell phone, mouthing that age-old sorry, I gotta take this, before he hustles off to a more private location. Headed for the towers, maybe.
Sharply, cutting straight to the pertinent question: )
When? Last night? Were you confined?