[Logan's here, a very young girl's voice reaches back, at some point. But not Charles.
Laura's sitting on her bed in the farmhouse, hands in her lap and eyes attentive, despite the way they bore holes into the wall; she had felt this feeling before — a little different, but very similar. Charles had found her, and she had reached out to him in return, and they'd spoken at length like this. Very much like this.
She wonders just who this could be, and has her guesses; there's quite a number of X-Men comics sitting on her dresser, after all.
arrival
Laura's sitting on her bed in the farmhouse, hands in her lap and eyes attentive, despite the way they bore holes into the wall; she had felt this feeling before — a little different, but very similar. Charles had found her, and she had reached out to him in return, and they'd spoken at length like this. Very much like this.
She wonders just who this could be, and has her guesses; there's quite a number of X-Men comics sitting on her dresser, after all.
You are a telepath, yes? A mutant?]