(short story)

Late in the evening, Dr. Strange came home after a rough day. He took off his coat, put down ‘The Cloak of Levitation’ and sat on a soft sofa with a cold glass full of beer.

“Hmmm, where’s my watch? I can’t find it. Did I leave it at ‘The Sanctum Sanctorum’? Or in the mountains, where I teleported yesterday for meditation? Did Bong steal it when I was in the astral? Oh no! Maybe, it’s Dormammu swallowed my ticker?!”

He has looked through the 14 billion universes he visited the last week. The watch turned out to be in his back pocket.