"That's not it," Strange quickly interjects, his voice tinged with light annoyance. "You're a member of the carnival and a fellow magician, of course you're worth my time."

But the question remains obvious. If so, why didn't he keep searching. What was stopping Strange from finding Tyki? Because it had to be something, right? He would have kept looking...wouldn't he? The memories swirl around and blend into each other and make it hard for Strange to pick out just why he stopped looking through the ever growing mental haze.

"Something must have happened."