Doctor Strange Page #5

you think you're doing?

I'm late for a cult meeting.

This is insane.

- Yeah.

Where are you going?

Uhm...

- Just tell me the truth?

Well, a powerful sorcerer, who gave

himself over to an ancient entity

who can bend the very laws of physics,

tried very hard to kill me,

but I left him chained up

in Greenwich Village,

and the quickest way back there

is through a dimensional gateway

that I opened up in the mop closet.

- Okay. Don't tell me. Fine.

I really do have to go.

Strange!

You're okay.

- A relative term, but yeah, I'm okay.

The Cloak of Levitation.

It came to you.

No minor feat.

It's a fickle thing.

He's escaped.

- Kaecilius? - Yeah.

He can fold space and matter at will.

He folds matter outside the mirror

dimension? In the real world? - Yeah.

How many more?

- Two.

I stranded one in the desert. - And the

other? - His body was in the hall.

Master Drumm was in the foyer.

- He's been taken back to Kamar-Taj.

The London Sanctum has fallen.

Only New York and Hong Kong remain now

to shield us from the Dark Dimension.

You defended the New York

Sanctum from attack.

With its Master gone, it needs another,

Master Strange.

No.

It is Dr. Strange.

Not Master Strange, not Mr. Strange,

Doctor Strange.

When I became a doctor,

I swore an oath to do no harm.

And I have just killed a man!

I'm not doing that again.

I became a doctor to save

lives, not take them.

You become a doctor to save

one life above all others.

Your own.

Still seeing through me, are you?

- I see what I've always seen.

Your overinflated ego.

You want to go back to the delusion

that you can control anything,

even death, which no one can control.

Not even the great doctor

Stephen Strange.

Not even Dormammu?

He offers immortality.

It's our fear of death

that gives Dormammu life.

He feeds off it.

- Like you feed on him?

You talk to me about controlling death.

Well, I know how you do it.

I've seen the missing rituals

from the book of Cagliostro.

Measure your next words

very carefully, doctor.

Because you might not like them?

Because you may not know

of what you speak.

What is he talking about?

- I'm talking about her long life.

The source of her immortality.

She draws power from the

Dark Dimension to stay alive.

That's not true. - I've seen the

rituals and worked them out.

I know how you do it.

Once they regroup,

the zealots will be back.

You'll need reinforcements.

She is not who you think she is.

- You don't have the right to say that.

You have no idea of the

responsibility that rests

upon her shoulders.

- No, and I don't want to know.

You're a coward.

- Because I'm not a killer?

- These zealots will

snuff us all out,

and you can muster the strength

to snuff them out first?

What do you think I just did?

- You saved your own life!

And then whined about

it like a wounded dog.

- When you would have

done it so easily?

You have no idea.

The things I've done...

And the answer is yes.

Without hesitation.

- Even if there's another way?

There is no other way.

- You lack imagination.

No, Stephen. You lack a spine.

They're back.

We have to end this. Now!

Strange! Get down here and fight!

The Mirror Dimension.

You can't affect the

real world in here.

Who's laughing now, a**hole?

I am.

They've got no sling ring. I mean,

they can't escape, right?

Run!

Their connection to the

Dark Dimension makes

them more powerful in

the Mirror Dimension.

They can't affect the real world,

but they can still kill us.

This wasn't clever. This was suicide!

That is hilarious.

This was a mistake.

It's true.

She does draw power from

the Dark Dimension.

Kaecilius.

I came to you, broken,

lost, bleeding.

I trusted you to be my teacher,

and you fed me lies.

I tried to protect you.

- From the truth? - From yourself.

I have a new teacher now.

- Dormammu deceives you.

You have no idea of what he truly is.

His eternal life is not

paradise, but torment. - Liar.

Christine!!!

- Are you kidding me?

Oh my god.

No fibrillation...

It's neurogenic?

- Yes.

Nick?

We need to relieve the

pressure on her brain.

She still drops. - We're losing her!

- You need to increase her oxygen!

I need a crash cart!

- Her pupils are dilated!

No reflexes.

I'm not reading any brain activity.

What are you doing?

You're dying!

You have to return to your body now.

You don't have time.

Time is relative. Your body

hasn't even hit the floor yet.

I've spent so many years

peering through time,

looking at this exact moment.

But I can't see past it.

I've prevented countless terrible futures.

And after each one, there's always another.

And they all lead here,

but never further.

- You think this is where you die.

Do you wonder what I see in your future?

- No.

Yes. - I never saw your future.

Only its possibilities.

You have such a capacity for goodness.

You always excelled,

but not because you crave success,

but because of your fear of failure.

It's what made me a great doctor.

It's precisely what kept

you from greatness.

Arrogance and fear still keep you

from learning the simplest and

most significant lesson of all.

Which is?

It's not about you.

When you first came to me,

you asked me how I was able

to heal Jonathan Pangborn.

I didn't.

He channels dimensional energy

directly into his own body.

He uses magic to walk.

- Constantly.

He had a choice,

to return to to his own life

or to serve something greater than himself.

So, I could have my hands back again?

My old life?

You could.

And the world would be

all the lesser for it.

I've hated drawing power

from the Dark Dimension.

But as you well know, sometimes one

must break the rules

in order to serve the greater good.

- Mordo won't see it that way.

Mordo's soul is rigid and unmovable,

forged by the fires of his youth.

He needs your flexibility,

just as you need his strength.

Only together do you stand a

chance of stopping Dormammu.

I'm not ready.

No one ever is.

We don't get to choose our time.

Death is what gives life meaning.

To know your days are numbered,

your time is short.

You'd think after all

this time I'd be ready.

But look at me,

stretching one moment out into a thousand,

just so I can watch the snow.

Are you okay?

I don't understand what's happening.

- I know.

But I have to go right now.

You said that losing my hands

didn't have to be the end,

that it could be a beginning.

- Yeah.

Because there are other ways to save lives.

A harder way.

A weirder way.

Dr. Palmer, the ER, please.

Dr. Palmer, the ER.

I don't want to let you go.

Stop.

Hong Kong

Choose your weapon wisely.

No one steps foot in this Sanctum.

No one.

Kaecilius. - You're on the

wrong side of history, Wong.

She's dead.

- You were right.

She wasn't who I thought she was.

She was complicated.

Complicated?

The Dark Dimension is volatile.

Dangerous.

What if it overtook her?

She taught us it was forbidden,

while she drew on its power

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