[ He arrives where he's summoned just a few moments later, portal spinning out of open air on the rooftop and Stephen looking through to - nothing and no-one.
He knows better. ]
Hey. Come through, we'll spare ourselves the worry about surveillance.
[ Stephen's standing in a nice patch of barren sandy nowhere. What a lovely invitation. ]
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He knows better. ]
Hey. Come through, we'll spare ourselves the worry about surveillance.
[ Stephen's standing in a nice patch of barren sandy nowhere. What a lovely invitation. ]
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[Dr. Strange, you're a sharp one. But also, here she comes!
He can tell she's come through by the sudden indentation of footprints beside him, at least. That same foot does an unhappy little stomp.]
Oooh, it's way more windy out here!
My hair's going to look so terrible! And just when people could see it!
[Don't listen to her, she doesn't even brush her hair half the time.]