Charles had been taking his afternoon walk, yes he was still walking. He thanked whoever was on the island that when they stripped the powers, they hadn't taken away his legs. He smiled as he looked up, pleased that at least the weather was nice. He had rounded the corner of the dormitories when he stopped dead in his tracks.

This had to be some sort of dream or mad hallucination. Raven, or Mystique was on his mind often, but she couldn't possibly be real could she?

"Excuse me, but what book did I read to you at the mansion?"