Strange looks around for a moment, obviously confused, before he looks down and spots the blood on the ice. It's his turn to tense up. He has no idea what killed these seals, of course. But the image of something lying dead and gutted, bleeding out on the Arctic ice, is conjuring up some familiar images that Strange does not want to deal with.
It is far too easy to see himself in those seals.
"We need to leave," Strange says, without hesitation. He doesn't care who's dream this is or about the significance of what Crozier's seeing now, this is bad news and not good and Strange wants to get the hell out of here. "Captain, I need you to focus on your cabin as you focused on my apartment. Remember the feeling of your bunk underneath you, the touch of wood on your feet, picture yourself there, and by God, picture it as quick as you can."
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Strange looks around for a moment, obviously confused, before he looks down and spots the blood on the ice. It's his turn to tense up. He has no idea what killed these seals, of course. But the image of something lying dead and gutted, bleeding out on the Arctic ice, is conjuring up some familiar images that Strange does not want to deal with.
It is far too easy to see himself in those seals.
"We need to leave," Strange says, without hesitation. He doesn't care who's dream this is or about the significance of what Crozier's seeing now, this is bad news and not good and Strange wants to get the hell out of here. "Captain, I need you to focus on your cabin as you focused on my apartment. Remember the feeling of your bunk underneath you, the touch of wood on your feet, picture yourself there, and by God, picture it as quick as you can."