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[enduring_pryde]

It was the first time since the wedding she had gotten to bed at a reasonable hour. Being physically and mentally exhausted took a toll, and the leader of the X-Men's job was never done.

She felt a bit selfish, going to bed before 11pm--but she was going to take advantage of her good fortune. It was perfectly fine to carve out some time. She recalled Ororo' s ritual of communing with her plants--when she had her abilities and after they had been stripped away. For Kitty, a good morning jog often proved to be what the body required, but tonight? It was definitely rest. A stressful few weeks demanded some self-care.

She fell asleep effortlessly into a dreamless sleep. Upon waking, that's when she became aware that something wasn't right. A sunbeam streaming in her room rousted her. She opened her eyes while still groggy and felt a cold shiver run down her spine. This wasn't her room. She jumped out of bed and went to the window. The grounds! The mansion was back in Westchester!

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[bethebetterpath]

Charles slowly woke with a start. Something was wrong. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something felt different. His head shook and he felt it like a disturbance that he couldn't explain. A new voice crying out. A new mind asking for help. He wasn't sure just what it was, but it was something.

Using his arms for leverage, Charles pulled himself to the edge of the bed and reached for his chair. He was careful, having gotten the hang of parking it beside the bed so that he could transfer himself easily. Once he was settled, he unlocked the chair and rolled out into the hallway.

His mind reached out, trying to find out just what was different. He could sens that not many were awake yet. Hank was still sleeping. Raven was shifting in her sleep from bad dreams. After the events of Apocalypse, everyone had come back to the mansion and things were starting to finally go back to normal.

Or so he thought. So, why was this morning different from the others?