And Strange will gladly take any time to sit around and talk. Here is a man who adores the sound of his own voice and will happily chatter along for as long as Rita listens.

"Closer to eight months than seven," Strange muses, as he sits down on the bench, next to Rita. "Truth be told, I don't remember exactly how long I've been here. I went back to England for a while when we were in the middle of Greysol—that's messed up my calendar a bit."

It doesn't help that when he did go back to England, he got cursed almost instantly after returning. Nothing messes up your internal calendar like being trapped in a pillar of neverending darkness.