In the middle of the night, Wong and Strange were dragged out of bed.
The Sanctum hadn't been this lively in a long time.
Lin Feng and Dark Doctor Strange sat on the sofa, with Christine beside them... in spirit form.
Strange sat across from them, watching in intrigued silence.
The gossipy grin on his face made it clear he was ready for a story.
Poor Wong came over carrying a tray. He'd been put on tea duty again.
He handed everyone a cup, then paused when he reached Christine.
Could a spirit even drink tea?
Oh well. He gave her a cup anyway, since he'd already made it.
Finally, he took a cup for himself and sat down with a long face, quietly listening as Lin Feng recounted what had happened.
To be honest, the moment Wong saw Christine's spirit, he'd had a sinking feeling.
It wasn't as if he didn't know what had happened between Dark Doctor Strange and Christine.
Blue Star had only enjoyed a few years of peace. Why had this powerhouse gone and brought Christine back?
But he didn't know Lin Feng well, and Lin Feng's power kept him from saying much. All he could do was sit there, gritting his teeth.
If Strange had done this, Wong would have torn into him.
Late at night, in the warmth of the Sanctum, Lin Feng slowly explained what had happened.
"So Christine's spirit appearing won't cause this world to collapse?" Dark Doctor Strange finally breathed a sigh of relief as he listened.
When he'd first seen Christine, his heart had nearly stopped.
Earlier that day, he'd wondered whether to ask Lin Feng to try. Lin Feng might not have agreed, but once the thought had surfaced, he couldn't push it away.
He hadn't expected Lin Feng