Raft escapee Samuel Sterns, adopting the moniker of "Leader," builds an army of enhanced individuals to challenge the forces of S.H.I.E.L.D., Helix, and whoever else stands in the way of his quest for global domination. Ciciley Livingston is brought...
It had been a month since Stephen Strange took up solace in the Sanctum Sanctorum on 177A Bleecker Street – an address that sounded awfully close to 221B Baker Street to Stephen.
The sanctum rightfully became his after its previous owner was murdered.
Stephen, once a gifted neurosurgeon, knew his life changed after the car accident that took his hands; but he never imagined how different it would become, upholding his new role as one of the Masters of the Mystic Arts.
Now he spent his days strengthening his skills through study in books he would come across in the sanctum's library.
Then his afternoon reading was interrupted by movement within the sanctum.
Immediately, he went on guard, suspecting the worst case scenario, such as one Zealot to have eluded the fate that Kaecilius suffered. As such, he conjured an astral weapon he hoped would be effective against the intruder.
He detected the activity coming from inside the bathroom.
As he inched closer to the door, his face turned at the retching sounds that were made beyond the doors. His intruder was apparently sick.
Opening the bathroom door, he found a woman with a robotic arm and dirty blond hair tied back to keep from the toilet she puked in. Wearing a black hoodie and yoga pants to match, she somehow got inside the sanctum without Stephen even knowing.
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"Where did you come from?" He asked her. "I-I mean, how did you get in?!"
She flushed the toilet before answering, "I'm something of a sorcerer myself. But that's all coming to an end soon."
Stephen frowned at her. "Who are you?"
"My name's Mindy, Guardian of a dimension called the Disneyverse. Though, judging from the way I'm feeling, I doubt it exists anymore."
"Disneyverse? You mean like Mickey Mouse?"
Mindy nodded with a smile. "That'd be the one."
He wasn't sure of how to proceed with the conversation after learning details that would've been nonsense to him a year ago.
"How can I help you, Mindy?"
Slumped beside the toilet, she moaned, "I've lost connection to the Disneyverse, or it's lost connection with me. It's like it's not there anymore – nothing's there anymore."
Stephen dubiously shrugged. "I wish I could help, seriously I do. But I'm only just beginning to understand my own power... even after saving the world from the entity of a dark dimension. There's a guy who could be more useful. His name's Wong, and he's currently in the London Sanctum. I can—"
