#ms02

What a strange twist of fate it was that Clea Strange was calling on Marc Spector once more. After the utter trauma that was Pleasant Hill, she had been determined to never speak with the Moon Knight of Earth-199999 again. Her Marc remained a friend, but the other Marc she’d been forced to marry was now off-limits. Normally a woman who stuck fast to her resolutions, Clea had learned over time that there are certain instances when one must bend. Marc Spector had been helped greatly by the Stephen Strange of his own reality. Clea won’t use the word indebted, but Spector certainly owes the Sanctum for all the time they had spent looking at his condition while also balancing the dissolution of reality. 

The first call she had made was to the Moon Knight of her reality, the man who aided her when her husband was dead. He was otherwise occupied, much to her great disappointment. Clea knew her reason for calling appeared to be flimsy. The Stephen of Earth-199999 had died and been resurrected. Ever since his rebirth, Clea has found something off with his aura. Her concerns have not been paid much attention to so far, but she doesn’t need the validation of others to spur her on. If Clea thinks something is wrong, she’ll look into it. Right now, she thinks something is wrong.