There was never a dull moment in New York lately. Despite the fact that he was trying to keep a mental eye on any evil doing or inconsistencies with the timeline, the spell that Stephen Strange cast over the city went off with the sound of countless tinkling wind chimes inside the dimly lit Sanctum, and it only took a moment's meditation to determine who was impacted this time.
It wasn't every day that a blind lawyer by day and vigilante by night turned up on his mystical radar. This wouldn't be a simple matter of dropping off a welcome packet and going back to monitoring. It would require a different and more careful approach. He quickly shifted into action, translating the braille for the network information using the internet and casting it onto a blank business card. The cloak swept toward him and rested on his shoulders as he began to open a portal. If he was swift, he could still keep track of this individual before they slipped away and he was forced to cast a more in depth spell to find him.
The portal took him to a rooftop in Hell's Kitchen, and Strange found himself staring at a man who probably heard him before he finished setting one foot onto that roof.
"....uhh....hi," he said, remaining still and calm so to not appear as a threat while introducing himself. The portal remained open behind him. "I'm Stephen Strange. And you've experienced something...strange."
Stephen closed his eyes because the amount of awkward he generated managed to perfectly coincide with the amount of weird the universe kept dishing out.