"Yes, well, some people are very limited in what they can do," Strange said matter-of-factly. He could hardly throw stones at those people since he used to be one of them, no matter how great a surgeon he had been. He wondered if Mr. Stark felt the same way about his life prior to the injury to his chest. Strange didn't miss the parallels.

"Let me try one more thing, Mr. Stark. I suggest you hold on to something," he advised before he started to fold the world around them. Streets suddenly went up or down at sharp angles, the ocean ahead of them suddenly becoming a ceiling above them. That was good, if the mirror dimension worked here then it was possible to trap things that were overly dangerous. He let the spell dissipate and they returned to the "real" world. "I suppose if your Avengers were able to rescue you they would have done so by now?"