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Wong quietly sipped his tea from his chair in front of the fireplace. The New York Sanctum had been a rather empty place ever since the incident with Kaecillius, but it honestly felt like the haunted house that others joked about often.
He had been sworn in as Sorcerer Supreme a few days ago and the mantle was rather heavy. He had inherited a rather bare bones Order and it showed. There were only seven masters left, including himself, after the snap. Two were stationed at the London Sanctum as well as the one in Hong Kong. He was able to watch New York with his new boost in power while the remaining two were on a rotation between training what was left of the apprentices, guarding the library, and providing relief for the Sanctum Masters.
Honestly, it was paranoia that had everyone still on high alert. The snap had happened months ago and the universe was in such rough shape that everything had calmed down and people were still in mourning. It’s why he was able to spend this Halloween in peace. It seemed that he would get his wish as the only noise surrounding him was the rain hitting the windows and roof and the crackle of the fireplace.
It was around eleven that night that an orange glow seemed to grow around the top of the staircase and begin to form a rather familiar figure. Wong watched in silence as the ghostly form of Stephen Strange, looking the same as the day he disappeared, floated down the staircase, staring off at something in the distance that Wong couldn’t see.
“Strange?” Wong called out and the apparition didn’t answer, too focused on what lay ahead of him. He made it to the front door before his friend disappeared just as suddenly as he came.
Wong looked down at his tea and let out a sigh. Should he investigate this? Probably. But for now, he would sit here in this Sanctum, alone once more. Staying warm by the fire’s glow and wishing the ghosts of his past peace and a hope for happiness from beyond the veil.