He was here. 

That was all Sophie could think about. The Charles Xavier that she had read countless scientific journals about - the rumours that he had a mutation of his own, that he was somehow involved in the Cuban missile crisis, that he had his own school for mutant kids... - she had no idea whether any of it was true, but maybe she was about to find out. She'd done her research - when didn't she? - and after weeks of looking, she had finally tracked down the elusive Professor. Now, she was about to unravel to key to the mystery that had been puzzling her for year; chiefly, how exactly had she escaped that car crash?

She marched down the corridor, glancing up at the sign hung above the large double-doorway. It read 'Library'. That's where the random person knocking around the area had said the professor would be and then laughed, muttering something about how he never left. She shrugged; she couldn't critise him, considering that's exactly what she usually spent half of her time doing. 

She pushed open the door and straightened the collar of her jacket. She had to look like she was there on official business, otherwise how did she expect Mr Xavier to take her seriously. The silence was unnerving and her eyes dragged across the numerous stacks of colourful books on every imaginable topic. She found herself scanning and memorising the titles that sounded the most interesting - perhaps they could help supplement her own research. She edged around the bookcase and nearly collided with a young man...in a wheelchair. She blushed and steadied herself on a nearby bookshelf, which wobbled unsteadily under her weight. She quickly retracted her hand and instead held it out to the blue-eyed man to shake. 

"I'm so sorry, sir," she scrambled to apologise for her clumsiness and then did a double take, as something occurred to her.

Wait...was this the Charles Xavier she had been after?