Doctor Strange Page #2

I'm begging you.

Okay.

What do you need?

I made it.

One journey ends...

as another begins.

This way. It is not much further.

Where are we going?

All questions will

be answered shortly.

Do as I do.

Who is this?

The Ancient One.

How long must I wait?

Be patient.

An audience with the sorcerer supreme

is an honor that cannot be rushed.

Please.

I've come so far.

Step back.

All I want is the cure

I was promised.

You can only heal

the wounds of the flesh

once you have healed

the wounds of the soul.

Spiritual guidance?

That's what you're offering?

But he told me

you could fix my hands.

I cannot.

For the cure you seek is within you.

I don't understand.

Then you have made this journey in vain.

Wait!

Please...

I've tried everything.

No. You have not.

The question is, are you willing to?

Yes.

Then you may stay.

Thank you.

Come.

But where am I

supposed to sleep?

Here.

On the floor?

Comfort is a privilege,

one that is earned.

You start work in the morning.

You look nervous.

I have never faced

these creatures before.

Well, relax.

Shadowhounds are nothing.

I've killed dozens of 'em.

What has happened?

Shadowhounds.

I will accompany you.

Oh? And what of your duties

as nursemaid?

Even when I was

your nursemaid, Mordo,

I still accomplished

all that was required of me.

Stay in the light.

That is where they are most vulnerable.

I do not see them.

They hunt in shadow

and in great numbers.

How do we lure them out?

We already have.

Spread out!

Adena!

Where are you?

Show yourselves, you vermin!

Oh, there you are.

Come on, then!

What are they doing?

Gathering.

And so we wait.

When we can smell their breath,

only then do we strike.

Prepare yourselves.

Hello?

Wong?

Excuse me.

I, uh...

I was told to begin work

this morning.

Then you may begin.

You want me to scrub the floor?

I would do it, but I am an old man.

I don't understand.

How am I supposed

to hold the brushes?

That is between you

and the brushes.

Where are the others?

They fought bravely,

but were lost, Ancient One.

The creatures move

with increasing confidence.

They seek their master,

and Dormammu's influence

grows stronger by the day.

How is that possible?

I have seen the gateway.

The dark dimension remains sealed.

Dormammu has not come through.

Yes, but I fear

he knows something we do not.

- Doctor...

- Please.

She will not survive without surgery.

And there's little hope

that she'll survive with it.

Let me tell you something.

Hope is the only thing

keeping her together.

I'm not letting you take that away.

What'd he say?

Forget him.

He's not the right doctor for you.

You've said that about the last three.

Listen to me, April.

We're gonna wait six months.

By then, I'll be your doctor,

and we'll deal with this once and for all.

You're gonna be my doctor?

Oh, man.

Now I'm really in trouble.

Wait until you get my bill.

Look, I don't know why you think

this is helping me,

because it isn't!

My hands... are getting worse!

They should not be

the measure of your progress.

What is, then?

It isn't the wall.

You guys keep rebuilding it.

Just tell me.

When can I use these again?

This is not about your hands.

It never has been.

Listen to me.

I am a doctor!

I need my hands!

No. You do not.

Then there's no reason

for me to be here.

Let him go.

But, Ancient One, he will not survive.

That is his choice.

In the end, he must find

his own way back.

Okay, April,

You should be feeling

a little more relaxed.

I'm not scared.

And you shouldn't be.

Because I'm gonna

take care of you.

How do I look?

You could use some more lipstick.

Okay, we're ready.

Now, when you wake up,

you'll feel a little groggy,

but you'll be all better.

I am scared.

April, you're gonna be fine.

I promise.

No!

Love...

Ioss...

pain.

They are stones in the wall

that block your path, Stephen.

What... Are you...

Are you really here?

See the wall for what it is,

and then tear it down,

for the truth is waiting.

What truth?

That your sister

could not be saved.

How can you say that?

She died on my table.

She trusted me!

You are a natural healer, Stephen,

but not all lives

are destined to be saved.

It was out of your hands.

I don't believe that.

And that is what has

chained you to this place.

Accept the truth...

and break free.

You stand at the foot of the wall.

What is your next move?

You helped him?

Just a little.

He is ready.

Master, what is it? What do you see?

Chinou... two of them.

They advance on the sanctum.

They will attack

from opposite sides.

I will assemble teams.

No, Mordo.

It will take all of you

to stop even one.

Begin with the nearest threat,

and then on to the next.

But, Master, I believe

we are strong enough

to engage them on both fronts.

Believe what you will,

but do as you are commanded.

From here, we divide

into two teams.

Stephen.

Not quitting. Just resting.

This gets more difficult

every day.

Only as difficult as you allow.

I'd say gravity and solid mass

have a little something to say about it, too.

You perceive these stones to be heavy.

Therefore, they are.

But to the chosen few...

weight is meaningless.

How do you do these things?

By learning to accept

the unacceptable.

Pull the rope again,

and I will assist.

Hey!

You perceived

it was without weight,

so it became weightless.

Matter is energy

which is all around us.

Sorcery is simply the art

of wielding that energy.

A weapon forged from air?

Tell me, is it real?

Doesn't look like it.

This time, you believed it was real.

Control the forces

around your hands,

and limitations become irrelevant.

What happened to the wall?

You perceived it,

so it was there.

But now you have accepted

the unacceptable,

and the wall

no longer blocks your path.

It is time you see what lies beyond.

Blue! Demara!

Throw up a containment spell!

Mordo, their spell will not stop it!

Tell them to move out of the way!

No! It will hold!

I've got you.

Are you all right?

I'll be fine.

So many innocent lives,

and four of our own.

Our brothers, our sisters...

their bodies lie at your feet, Mordo!

We were victorious.

The chinou was slain,

and the sanctum was defended.

I regret nothing.

You have lost sight

of our purpose, Mordo.

You focus only on the battle.

But we are protectors,

not warriors.

Yet we fight a war,

so perhaps a warrior

should take the lead.

Mordo!

You feel I should step down, Mordo.

You are ill.

Your time draws near.

I believe Dormammu

knows this,

and it's the reason

he is making his move now.

You may be correct,

but the position

of sorcerer supreme

was never destined to be yours.

If that was ever in question,

your recent actions

have proven this point!

You would offer it

to someone else?

Who? I deserve to know.

One who does not seek it.

So then what is my role here?

To train him.

As commanded.

I am sorry for my part

in what has happened, Master.

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