"...mystic arts," Strange grumbled under his breath, shaking his head. The cape was raising one ragged lower corner upward as though trying to interject, causing him to gently guide it down with the back of one hand, very slowly and cautiously. As slowly and cautiously as he was trying to explain. "Uh. It's complicated. And involves breaking time and splintering universes into two, which another me did. From the place you've come from. To here. And I'm on clean up duty, while trying to explain this to someone having a nervous breakdown. And it's making it worse than it normally is. Which is just...great."