[ A hand grips his shoulder and he tenses with the same animal panic as on the operating table. Screams and wails tear through his ears along with the blood of a thousand lives – sacrifices at his altar, writhing, trapped inside him, an ebb and flow of rage and terror. His jacket stretches slowly where his shoulder blade meets his spine, bone and membrane, ready to take flight– ]
Dr. Strange–
[ He inhales. Memories stir – faces etched in memory, in mourning. The Ancient One. Wong. O'Bengh. Christine–
He straightens, feels his back hit the cold wall of the alley where his rescuer had guided him away from the crowds. His back smooths out. His teeth go flat. ]
Yes. Thank you. [ Yellow slit-eyes open, then blink slowly as they ease back to normal blue. He glances over the woman's face. ] Sorry, I don't think we've met.
DAISY!!
Dr. Strange–
[ He inhales. Memories stir – faces etched in memory, in mourning. The Ancient One. Wong. O'Bengh. Christine–
He straightens, feels his back hit the cold wall of the alley where his rescuer had guided him away from the crowds. His back smooths out. His teeth go flat. ]
Yes. Thank you. [ Yellow slit-eyes open, then blink slowly as they ease back to normal blue. He glances over the woman's face. ] Sorry, I don't think we've met.