"Trust me, we're planning on dealing with this," Strange remarks, with a little frown. Especially now that that there's actual people here, stuck in some sort of bizarre garden jail. They've got to save them.

"I'm not certain what pulled you in, but you're in Eden. It's a realm composed almost entirely of sentient animals. The sentient animals work with an object of great magical power called the Silver Mirror. I'm obviously not an animal." No shit, Sherlock. "I'm from a group called the carnival."