The door closed behind him, wrapping in on itself in a diminishing circle until the frayed space had been restored and the tunnel between where they were and where they are closed completely. When the controlled dispellation was complete, Stephen brushed his hands off and slipped them into the pockets of his trousers. His fingers tugged absent-mindedly on the inseams from inside the pockets, a small gesture that had long since become subconscious in order to steady the tremors.
Strange cast his eyes to and fro to get his bearings. It was easier than most astral realms, at least here there seemed to be a prevailing logic that wasn't totally dissimilar to what he was accustomed. It didn't seem exactly alien.
Except for the aliens.
A cadre of odd looking creatures (bipedal, look humans, but otherwise different in every fashion) passed outside the gate and walked to one of the parked hover cruisers. They paid exactly zero mind to the two men waiting outside the wall conspicuously. Firing the cruiser up, it proceeded to blast off across the sand.
"I think--" Strange said, watching the sand speeder rocket off across the seemingly endless desert, "we can assume that humans aren't altogether uncommon here. Which is good."
Cautiously, the sorcerer started to step (yes, he had stayed on the ground after teleporting) in the direction from which the aliens had appeared. It wasn't a city gate in that it wasn't protected. It was just...open. A literal hole in the wall of the city.
"I suppose I was hoping that we might luck out and find a door to the back room of a Duane Reade. Hell, a Target, even. Any kind of pharmacy. Not being able to get my prescription filled is a distinctly banal problem for a sorcerer, but a problem nevertheless. You?"