"God, I must be going mad again," Strange mutters, more to himself than to the other men. His glance darts between Crozier and Sheehan as Strange's body tenses, almost ready to run should the situation call for it and his tone gets a little defensive. "You say these things and yet I know you have never been to Venice and I have never been to the Arctic."
Except that neither of them mentioned the Arctic, did they. So how could he know they were there unless he was there as well? The darkness around Strange starts to grow as if reacting to his mental confusion. The sky darkens even more as constellations that did not exist in the London sky start to dot the night.
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Date: 2020-06-02 04:11 am (UTC)Except that neither of them mentioned the Arctic, did they. So how could he know they were there unless he was there as well? The darkness around Strange starts to grow as if reacting to his mental confusion. The sky darkens even more as constellations that did not exist in the London sky start to dot the night.