Dr. Stephen Strange. [ He waves a hand to gesture the cabana's single rattan chair to slide toward him from the corner, then sits down and gestures his hands upward with diplomatic intention. ] Just want to talk. I'm an old hand at the multiverse, but this place's interdimensional distortion is messing with my powers and perception. I'm sure you can relate.

[ His conversation with Bjurstrom the other day opened him to the benefits of shared information while in his weakened state, even from fluxdrifts without extra eyes to see Beyond. Imagine, then, getting help from one who can. ]

Maybe – if we pool resources – we can get somewhere. Figure out what the hell's going on.