Dr. Strange was meditating when he felt it.

The shift of power between dimensions.

The man was about to consult Wong on the matter, before he felt the effects of such a change in power. Simply put, it was powerful.

It was terrifying.

The scream of a young girl echoed through, jolting him away from the changes in dimension. The doctor panted heavily, trying to control his heartbeat. Once he had composed himself, he went out to find his partner.

Out of all of the possible causes, the man thought, it should not have been as surprising as he was making it out to be. Multiple dimensions were still recovering from the cataclysmic actions of Thanos, and in those, those few months were nothing. It might take centuries for certain dimensions to recover.

But even then, Strange had gotten used to feeling those effects when he meditates. This felt like a dimension was attacked, and had been split to create a new one. One very close to Earth, judging by the scale and very clear scream of that girl he had heard. The doctor took a moment to wonder if she was alright before continuing his journey. Where was Wong, anyway?

Pushing open the doors to the library—honestly, why didn't he think of that earlier—he looked around, before hearing the familiar sounds of Beyoncé. Wong, as normal as ever, had been rearranging the books. It seemed like he didn't sense a thing.

He had stood there for a couple of minutes, still stricken and a little confused, before gently tapping Wong's shoulder to get his attention.

"Mm?", the man asked, pulling one of his earbuds out. "What is it?"

"Did...did you not feel the universe ripping itself apart five minutes ago?", the doctor asked in bewilderment. Wong furrowed his brows in confusion before slowly shaking his head. Strange released a huff that he didn't know he held, before straightening himself up. "I'm sure it was nothing.", he muttered to himself, slowly making his way to a shelf of books. Wong eyed him, now confused and curious about what had gotten into the head of Stephen. Who grabbed a couple of books and made his way back to the entrance. Even if he was the only one that felt it, he sure was going to figure out the cause.

Still keeping his gaze down, the man left back towards his room and unceremoniously put the books on his bed before positioning himself back on the floor. He took deep breaths to calm his thoughts and drift away from the physical dimension.

Unbeknownst to him, as the man began to reset his meditation, a strikingly blue butterfly fluttered by the window, into the bustling town of New York City.