[ As the scenery dissolves around them, Strange reforms. He's sitting on the floor, back against one of the bookshelves, also soaking wet. Breathing heavily, Strange moves his hair out of his eyes. ]

If Lambert ever gives me shit again about my lack of fighting skills, [ pause, pant, breathe a bit, ] I'm counting on you to come to my defense.

[ because alright, Strange could have done that better than he did. But he likes to think he held his own for someone who got thrown into the deep end rather quickly. Though, now that they're out of the book, that doesn't mean Strange is going to let up on questions. ]

How does the story end?