Post-X-Men: Apocalypse:
Charles was sitting comfortably in his wheelchair on the patio overlooking the estate's backyard when Scott, Jean, Kurt and Jubilee burst out the back door. Excitement illuminated their joyful expressions and Charles could not help but reciprocate the smiles that greeted him.
"Kids," he said, an endearment reserved for certain students. "What's all the excitement about?" Jean knelt beside the professor, taking his hand in hers.
"Someone is here to see you," Jean said, smiling.
"And he brought a gift basket. Of what, I don't know," Jubilee added glancing at Scott and Kurt.
"Who's here to see me?" Charles asked shifting in his wheelchair.
"Mr. Lensherr," Scott replied. A twinge of panic crossed Charles face, which Jean noticed right away.
"Professor, what's wrong?" she asked, concern etched in her voice. Charles smiled, reassuringly patting her hand.
"It's been awhile since I've seen Erik. That's all," Charles reassured her. The smile returned to her face. "You can tell him to meet me on the patio." Jean nodded and stood up, gesturing to the others to go back into the estate house.
The reason why panic flashed across Charles's face was because he wasn't expecting Erik to drop by so suddenly. The last few times he saw Erik, unpleasant events erupted out of nowhere which caused Charles immense amount of discomfort, including deathlike symptoms. If he saw Erik again, another event might happen and Charles did not want to be laying in a field somewhere about to be crushed by a gigantic baseball stadium or deal with a six-foot-four purple man staring at him with bad intentions.
Charles suddenly decided that he did not want to see Erik Lensherr anymore and immediately started scanning his surroundings. The patio was elevated on a small knoll surrounded by a river of woodchips and lovely plants his students planted. His wheelchair would not be able to make the safe roll down the hill. He was only left with one option.
Charles dove out of his wheelchair and landed in the bed of woodchips. He was hoping that he'd bypass the woodchips but didn't take into account the wheelchair rolling backwards on his launch. He could hear chatter coming from the doorway and Jean's voice talking to Erik. Charles looked down the hill. He'd gotten this far, he mused, and started rolling down the hill with some woodchips still clinging to his cardigan.
"The professor should be … professor?" Jean said, seeing the empty wheelchair near the edge of the patio. Scott, Kurt, Jean, Jubilee and Erik rushed to the edge. The professor was nowhere to be seen.
"Oh my gosh, the professor haz been abducted by aliens!" Kurt exclaimed. Jubilee stared at Kurt, her brow raised.