The inker for this issue is “D. Hands,” which stands for “Diverse Hands,” which means editorial grabbed whoever was available and pulled them in to do a page or two. As a result, it looks like shit. Very uneven, rushed.
Storywise, the Daily Globe wrote a negative piece on Stephen Strange, he goes to complain, the paper’s editor offers to embed a reporter with him for a day to write a different kind of piece and, of course, during that day Strange has to fight some demons.
Chris Claremont leaves the book with this issue, which is a good thing because this is far from his best work. Next up: The beginning of one of my favorite Strange runs, by the great Roger Stern.