Down in the basement level, the med bay still had Plasma and Storm laid out though Storm herself was ready to get up and live her life as a free woman once more, the Shadow King was not in her but she did worry for poor Plasma. The Professor had made his way down after having sometime to himself, some sleep was needed as he was always busy in the sense of helping all who needed it as well as classes he taught. It was rather early but the situation needed to be sorted as he made his way to where Plasma was.

Professor X: “How are you feeling Storm?”

Storm: “Much better Charles, but what of Rebecca?”

Professor X: “I am not sure, if the Shadow King has indeed buried himself deep in Plasma’s mind we may have a big fight ahead. Hopefully I can get her to act through her own will then through the Shadow King.”

Storm: “His grip has grown stronger and his abilities have grown as well. His power to control and consume was overwhelming, even more so then last time. If he keeps getting stronger how will we be able to constrain him or stop him?”

Professor X: “I am not sure but we have to do our best, I have always tried my best with Jean and for a time we had control of the Phoenix Force. For now all I can do is try and reach Plasma and see if she is OK.”

Storm soon found herself getting up, she no longer wished to be laid out and she wanted to be free. The grounds needed to be watched and the plants needed to be tended too, this was one of her pleasures as they showed hope, beauty and growth. As she slowly left the room she turned to say something.

Storm: “Be careful Professor, the Shadow King is indeed powerful and this maybe a ploy to get you alone with him.”

Professor X: “I will keep that under advisement; also don’t strain yourself as you still have a few bumps and bruises from the fight.”

Storm nodded and left leaving the Charles and Rebecca alone. He did not want to pray into her mind yet and so asked her something hoping she would be able to respond. 

Professor X: “How are you feeling Becky?”

The young woman slowly turned her head to face the man with a smile on his face. Her eyes looked over him as she saw him reach out to her with one of his hands. A brunch or beacon of light, a man everyone depended on, no matter if you were a student or one of his X-Men.