Of course, that was assuming the girl cooperated.
For Christine's sake, he wouldn't mind eliminating a problem in this remote universe.
After all, no one in this universe was anyone he knew.
"Really? You can actually help me control it?" Hope flickered in America Chavez's eyes.
She was exhausted. The endless flight had brought her to the brink of collapse.
If someone could teach her to use this power, she wouldn't have to keep hiding like a hunted animal.
"Of course. I promise." Strange smiled and nodded. "Now, take a deep breath. Think back to how you felt each time you opened a portal. Close your eyes and feel the power flowing through you. Try to picture a door in your mind, a door leading where you want to go."
America closed her eyes and did her best to follow Strange's instructions.
Her brow furrowed, her breathing quickened, and she gripped her glass of water tightly.
A minute passed.
Strange reassured her. There was no rush. She could take her time.
Five minutes passed.
Strange encouraged her to believe in herself. She could do it.
Ten minutes passed.
Still, nothing happened.
No surge of magic. No star-shaped portal.
"I can't... I can't do it." America opened her eyes in frustration. "I can't feel anything."
The corner of Strange's eye twitched.
The Darkhold's corruption was magnifying his negative emotions without restraint.
Irritation, impatience, even a trace of murderous intent began to spread through him.
He forced down his anger, though his voice came out a little harsher.
"Try again. Focus, America. You're not useless, are you? The power inside you could shake the entire Multiverse. Don't let it cower inside you."
"I told you I can't!" America shot to her feet and slammed her glass onto the table. "It only happens