Things are in a real swing, with the trio of the Night Nurse, Wong and Doctor Strange working well together. Throw them down and into the situation they face currently, and it's like they're at their best in this particular incarnation.

Wonderfully visions of pseudo acid tripping moments from that particular time too close to the sun under the weak awning make an appearance in this mind spree. A veritable shuffle board game right into the heart of what makes Doctor Strange a smart and calmly cool character.

Mystic arts don't seem as fun and light-hearted and manically meshed too deep with the business world like it is here. A pause here and there working it like the little bitty push pig trying to save his pork rind of a hide.

 

Fine crippled hands of a surgeon are what makes for good spell casting. Only this time, for the sake of continuity, the good Strange Doctor is a neurosurgeon, never mind the plastic rubbing slapjockey. Still, the flashbacks here proves that no amount of tinkering will escape from the arrogance so embedded in his former life in the white coats and stethoscopes.

Events aren't yet moving like after a night hitting heavy on the dates, a prune salad and some chilli-flavoured fish-fingers for taste. Delving into the mind and matter of the make up of Doctor Strange, the distractions are clear enough to need only a single scan of said pages. Light carries across the beat of the drum with the dubious nature of things hiding in the shadows.

Dead on character accuracy and never once feeling like the pants needs a megadose of that baby oil for the slip on. Subtle jabs delight with the switch kick of statements taking the ear off without spotting the bleed, not too fast though. There are a few pauses and set ups which just read well enough to cast forth a chance for all.

So what is the Night Nurse's name anyhow?

 

And from the very first page of Doctor Strange: The Oath, it's a cracker. Iron Fist and Luke Cage? Yeah, as if there's a dynamic that needs explaining. But when Rand does, he's doing a fine jab at it and the light-hearted start belies the hairy twisting world unfolding mere pages later on.

Not only does the good Doctor get some of that astral screen time action happening, but the Night Nurse makes an appearance. And whosoever shall think she's a nurse straight and through aren't paying enough attention to names that pretty much every in the Marvel U stickers on their "Hello! My name is..." labels.

Oh she's good, and so is this issue, where Strange has to figure out who the heck knocked him off this mortal plane. Intriguing indeed.