CLEA.

Collected by a child. That’s how Clea learned of everything that transpired: through the mouth of a minor. Of course, America Chavez is no ordinary girl. She traipses the multiverse freely; it’s a power that Clea herself wouldn’t mind having. But she doesn’t. Even though she can go to and from the Dark Dimension easily, it’s her home ties that make it possible. Her magic is limited no matter how powerful she becomes. It’s for this reason that she had sought out Stephen Strange after he caused an entire incursion. They had been together a short while before everything had fallen apart, and Clea had yet to reconnect with him. He was far from impressive in her mind, but an important player none the less.

America hadn’t begged, but she had been firm in her demands. Clea would leave the Dark Dimension and return to see Stephen. Something is wrong, she had explained. Something is wrong but I don’t know what. Why America had come to her was Clea’s first question. Stephen had gotten quite close to her variant — yes, Clea knew about that — but America said that reality’s Clea was too close. This Clea lacked the love and had more clarity. In the end, Clea had acquiesced. She would return to New York and talk to Stephen.

After being told by America where to find the former Sorcerer Supreme, Clea used her blades to tear open the dimension so she could slip through into what seemed to be a study. It’s cozy in a way that makes her uncomfortable. Someone clearly occupies the space.