Strange wished, even in his astral form, that he could have seen more. He wanted to see and know everything. But his time there had been nothing more than a brief glimpse. He looked regretful, since that seemed like it wasn't a place one would want to get lost in, even if it was a heroic act.
"I'm sorry. Your mother sounds like she was very brave and selfless," Stephen said, issuing his condolences. He didn't know anything about Hope's mother, other than what he was told. And it would be difficult to pinpoint one person in a realm that was so infinite. There was one thing that stood out in his mind, though, and that might offer some measure of hope. "When the Ancient One showed me what I believe was the Quantum Realm? She made it seem like she was showing me something benevolent. I don't want to offer false hope, but...."
Dr. Strange sighed and shrugged a shoulder, gazing down at what was left of his tea as though it might hold the answers to every mystery. If only that were the case.
"I do know there's some scientists here. Tony Stark has a lab in the city, and there's a research center upstate. And Princess Shuri of Wakanda has a private lab in the penthouse at the corner of Church and Chambers St in Tribeca. If you need an apartment to stay in, she's taking in some of the new arrivals. Stark's hiring people on. Under the table. They're on the network, if you want to contact them."