I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

Why is it so blurry when I think back on it now?

He rubbed his messy hair and picked up the watch from the table.

It generally takes people 7 minutes to fall asleep, but according to Han De's "Human Physiology", it takes people 15 to 20 minutes to wake up.

Sleep is a pond.

He muttered to himself that climbing out was harder than jumping in.

For a person to wake up, they need to go through a deep sleep period, a light sleep period, and finally transition to a waking sleep period.

At this point, the sleeper can hear sounds and even unconsciously answer some questions, but afterwards they cannot recall them... They can only remember fragments of the dream.

He seemed to hear the sound of a car crashing, the sound of bones clashing, but gradually the sound became harsher, like the sound of metal.

Then came a "bang," followed by a scream, and then a metallic sound... like something was rolling.

Strange's mind cleared up.

He heard someone shout, "Grab her! Stephen, grab her now!"

"No"

Feeling a bad premonition, he immediately grabbed his phone.

Christine, please be alright.

With trembling hands, he dialed the phone number for the Presbyterian Hospital.

But just as he dialed the number, his phone rang.

Strange's hands trembled even more violently.

"Dr. Strange, this is Ellie from the ICU. I'm sorry."

The other person's voice was heavy, "Christine didn't make it."

"Boom!"

His phone fell to the ground.

The next day.

A light drizzle was falling from the sky.

"Let us pray for her, for men and women are like flowers in a valley, blooming today but withering tomorrow. Human life is like a season, coming and going. Let us pray."

The pastor in the church was reciting a eulogy.

Gwen was dressed in black, a color specially chosen for this occasion, and Peter stood beside her.

After hearing about Christine's funeral from Dr. Lane, Peter brought Gwen to attend.

He truly hadn't expected Christine, Doctor Strange's girlfriend, to die so easily.

Has Doctor Strange's fate changed in this world?

With a slight frown, he looked at the distraught Strange.

It seems that he lost not only his hands in this world, but also his heart.

Gwen had no idea what Peter was thinking. She suddenly lowered her head, so quickly that Peter, who was sitting next to her, didn't even notice.

Gwen rarely goes to church, although this wasn't her first time attending a funeral.

The funeral in the church instilled in her a sense of awe and a feeling of unease, leaving her somewhat quiet and restless.

"Is Dr. Strange alright?"

After the pastor finished reading the eulogy, Gwen asked Peter in a low voice.

She had spent a few days resting in the hospital because of the symbiote suit, and had met with Christine a few times during that time, and had a very good impression of her.

She was also very familiar with Strange; when his brother was in a car accident, it was she and Peter who helped take him to the hospital.

Now, Dr. Christine has also died in a car accident.

She felt sorry for Strange, who seemed to be cursed by fate.

"Hope he's okay."

Peter shook his head and said.

Then the group arrived at the cemetery, and everyone's expression was solemn.

Strange, dressed in black, bent down and threw the rose in his hand.

Gwen lined up, walked to the coffin, and gently placed the white roses into the soil.

She walked over to Peter, her voice heavy with sadness, and said, "Every time I come to the church, I think of bad things, Peter. We're always so close to death, Captain Universe, and all those Spider-Men who sacrificed themselves last time."

Peter said calmly, "But death is also a painful end."

"That may be true for some people, but for others, their lives should not have ended so soon."

Gwen looked at Strange and said, "I hope Dr. Strange can get out of this predicament soon."

After a moment of silence, Peter said, "It won't be long. Psychologists say that people who have just lost a loved one will begin to grieve within three days of the death and it will last for four to six weeks. Most people will experience this."

He spoke calmly: "But as time goes by, people's feelings will change into other emotions, just like a rainbow with its many colors. Intense grief will gradually lessen, turning into a gentle heartache; the feeling of gentle heartache will then evolve into mourning, and mourning will eventually become memory..."

Gwen paused slightly as she listened to Peter's words.

"This process may take anywhere from six months to three years, but it is considered normal."

He patted Gwen gently on the shoulder. "Dr. Strange is more rational; he should have taken less time."

Gwen was still immersed in Peter's seemingly philosophical words, but after hearing this sentence, she immediately felt uneasy.

I hope Dr. Strange can recover as soon as possible.

Peter directly stated a timeframe of six months to three years.

It sounds like the other person is in a worse situation.

After exchanging a few words with Gwen, Peter found Strange.

"Dr. Strange, please accept my condolences."

"Thank you, Peter."

Strange said to Peter with difficulty, "I'm fine."

He took a deep breath and said, "I apologize for my rudeness last time. I don't know what I was thinking then; I wanted to grasp at any straw, and it made me lose myself."

He was consumed by deep guilt and pain.

If I had been in the car at the time and hadn't said those hurtful things to Christine, perhaps she wouldn't have died.

If I had remained calm and rational, none of this would have happened.

Her own brother was like that, and so was Christine.

He was hurt by his own irrational behavior, and then died in a car accident because of himself.

Last time he lost his younger brother; this time he lost the woman he loved.

如果

His eyes were fixed on his hands, which could no longer hold a scalpel.

If I could turn back time, I could change all of this tragedy.

Peter looked at Strange, who was caught in self-blame and pain, and said something that shocked the other man.

"Perhaps there is a place that can resolve your current predicament, Dr. Strange."

"?"

Strange looked at Peter in astonishment.

He began to doubt his apology again, wondering if it was too early.

Did Peter really know his fate?

"Other directions?"

Strange took the note in astonishment, not understanding what Peter meant.

Kathmandu?

He frowned slightly as he looked at the location on the note.

This looks like the border area between China and Nepal?

Hopefully this will be helpful to you.

Peter handed him the note and turned to leave.

Since Christine is dead, it means that Doctor Strange's fate in this world has changed.

He wouldn't mind giving it a push.

Clutching the note, Strange watched Peter's retreating figure and let out a deep breath.

The day after Christine's funeral, Strange set off for Kathmandu.

Kathmandu is the capital and largest city of Nepal.

After getting off the plane and entering the city, he felt a sense of exoticism he had never experienced before.

Numerous temples are nestled among the slums, while luxury hotels, restaurants, and upscale shops are also plentiful.

He felt like he was in two completely different cities.

One is a religious sanctuary filled with red-walled temples, the other a chaotic city teeming with monkeys, beggars, and car exhaust.

He quickly got lost as he walked through Kathmandu’s winding, narrow streets, which were often unmarked.

"Hey buddy, do you know how to get to Kamar-Taj?"

Strange asked a street vendor selling jewelry.

The note Peter gave him contained only the words "Kathmandu, Kamar-Taj".

Not knowing the location of Kamar-Taj, he could only ask the locals for directions.

As a result, the vendor picked up a bunch of local trinkets and started talking and gesturing.