Two months inside, two months outside. Doesn't seem usual for people, I don't think. I could be wrong. I don't know. But I'm back, now, I guess.
Hi.
You know, I still don't know if I'm dreaming or not? This place doesn't act like a dream. When I came back to the other side, it wasn't like waking up at all, and nobody knew about this place. Not even people who should know, if it's a dream.
It still feels like one, I think. Brighter. Bolder. More right. To me, anyway.
How are you all, Sacrosanct?
[Private to Charles Xavier]
Charles? May I come see you?