Stephen walked into the rebuilt globe room waking up to the pedestal. His hands hovered over the eye of Agamotto hesitating to take it off. The cloak of levitation let go of him shoving him forward slightly making it clear what it thought he should do.

"Yeah, it's okay." Strange took the eye off placing it back on the pedestal. The eye glowed briefly as it shifted then returned to its dormant state.

"Wise choice." Wong said as he and Taylor came into the room. "You'll wear the eye of Agamotto once you've mastered its powers."

"And read all of the warnings." Taylor smirked gaining a small laugh from Stephen. She was leaning on her crutch, her injured leg had been bandaged and was healing nicely, but was a bear to deal with.

"Until then, best not to walk the streets wearing an infinity stone." Wong commented, Taylor nodding along in agreement as she thought over what Thor had said.

"A what?" Stephen asked.

"You have a gift for the mystic arts, but you still have much to learn." Wong told him. "Word of the Ancient One's death will spread through the multiverse." Wong looked up at the turning globe, the lights flickering on the continents. "The Earth has no Sorcerer Supreme to defend it. We must be ready."

"We'll be ready." Strange said confidently.

Wong nodded turning the pedestal opening the doors to the New York sanctum. Wong stepped through the doors first, Taylor behind him, and Strange lingering for a moment as the cloak wrapped around him once again before he to walked into the New York Sanctum. She watched as Strange went up to the window that bore the symbol of the sanctum strapping on the watch from Christine, his face thoughtful.

"I need to go make a call." Taylor said to Wong before heading off to her room.

She moved to the four poster bed setting on the edge of it taking out her phone scrolling through her contacts. She stared down at the screen, her finger hovering over the call button when she found the number she was looking for. With a sigh she pressed down holding the cell to her ear as she counted the rings. She was about to hang up after the fifth one when it was answered.

"Hello?" Vanessa said in a guarded voice. "Who is this? How'd you get this number?"

"Hi Vanessa, its Taylor Quill. We met a few times when you came to visit your father at tower." Taylor said, her fingers drumming nervously against her uninjured thigh. "Your dad gave me your number."

"Oh yeah, hey, um…what can I do for you?" Vanessa asked curiously. "My dad didn't do something stupid…again, did he?"

"No, he's fine as far as I know, this is something a bit more personal for me, and I need your help." Taylor breathed out. "I recently found out that my brother may still be alive."

"Oh wow, that's great…but why are you calling me?" Vanessa questioned.

"I need to borrow something." Taylor began, rocking to her feet as she started to pace with the aid of her crutch. "You see…my brother was abducted when we were kids and when I say abducted I mean X-Files abducted."

"Ok, so how can I help you?" Vanessa asked.

"I need a ship, a space ship." Taylor told her bluntly. "I need to find Peter."