Doctor Strange looked down at John, analyzing him. Though he looked frail and thin, Doctor Strange knew better. He closed his eyes, imagining Doctor Watson twenty pounds heavier, strong, tan, handsome. Handsome, really? Stephen, you’ve been cooped up too long.
John opened his eyes, confused he reached for a non-existent gun, looking at Doctor Strange as if they’d never met. “Where am I?” he demanded, attempting to arrange his body into a defensive position.
“Doctor Watson, it’s alright, you’re safe.”
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