[Stephen had been struggling with the whole cosmic horror thing ever since the Ancient One sent him on a wild ride through the multiverse. It hadn't reared up particularly much in his recent adventures because he had been able to stand up against it, he had ways out, he had ways to defeat big scary things.

This?

This was making his imagination run wild in a bad way and now that feeling of being hurtled through incomprehensible realities, of existing in ways that humans shouldn't exist before being yanked back through countless dimensions, that feeling, coupled with the thought that something like Dormammu was small fries compared to this thing they were facing--

--he needed a paper bag to breathe in.

Stephen took a moment, he held up a finger as he attempted to fight off the dizzying feeling. This was wonderful. Fantastic. Why was he even surprised that he was pulled here? Just what he needed.]

That's...that's a far, far better explanation of what we're facing than what they gave back there.