Hanging out for a month...Strange can't help but shake his head slightly at that as he opens the bottle. Everything certainly looks like it was left out to pasture for a month, but after shaking a lifetime's worth of fake memories from his head, it feels like it must have been much longer.

"It still seems hard to believe were in Portland for an entire month." Carefully, Strange pours himself another beaker full of alcohol. As the smell hits his nostrils, he can't help but continue musing. "You know, the madness was only so that I could communicate with faeries in the first place. That idiot was poisoning himself for no good reason."

Unsurprisingly, England Strange has a very low opinion of Portland Strange.