One of the things that had always led Christine in the right direction was her intuition. It had saved a number of patients she'd worked on over the course of her career, it allowed her to meet some of the greatest people in her life, and gave her a great sense of purpose. It also often warned her when things were not right, and that was the exact feeling she had standing on that curb looking around.
When she heard a familiar voice behind her, she felt her heart do some sort of weird flip flop, flutter, stutter, clenching motion that probably wasn't at all scientifically possible but was so very unique to the way Stephen Strange had an effect on her and always had. She turned around, and there he was right there. Of course he was. He'd been the first person she thought of when she got that feeling that something was off.
"Stephen," she said, and without even thinking she closed what little gap was left between them and embraced him. The last she'd seen him had been in the hospital, and she'd been confused then too, but she'd walked away from him then because they both had to go on separate paths. She had to save people her way, and he had to save people his new way. "What happened?"