Before Hope could order her tea, a man who strongly resembled a magician at a five year old's birthday party - complete with a bright red cape and a brightly wrapped package - was standing close by Hope, clearing his throat. He smiled a little apologetically, and then motioned with a scarred hand toward the table that Hope was sitting at.
"Hello. I hope I'm not interrupting. I'm Doctor Stephen Strange," the man said. "And you're probably wondering why you've been unexpectedly drawn to New York."