As Strange finishes casting the spell, he looks over at Fleshy. "Touch that mirrored spot, please." Fleshy stares at him for a moment before he sloooowly reaches out a hand and touches the mirrored spot on Strange's shoulder. Almost instantly, Flesh vanishes from Strange's arms to reappear sitting in the ale-filled frisbee.

And really, Strange should be pumped by this. He used his own mirrors as an actual mirror! That's cool! Look at that amazing magic! But he's still thinking about the Matrix and about how he couldn't really do anything but watch as Childermass shot him.

"We need to be better at this," Strange sluggishly complains. He slowly crawls down to the floor as well, intent on using Peridot as a pillow again. "I mean, I'm the greatest magician of the age. And you worked under a diamond! We need to just...find a way to make people not get hurt."

Which even he knows is downright impossible.