The next few weeks were a blur. The wheelchair took some getting used to. Charles was a fairly independent person. Relying on anyone else to help with the simplest things was the hardest part, but he was determined to not to become just another disabled person who couldn't do for others. Elliot was there at the mansion with him and everyone else. Charles insisted she come so he could help her. She was in a deep coma. Her bed was placed in his room and everyday he tried to help her. He could still feel her, but her subconscious was stuck in the deepest recesses of her mind, unable to return to the living world. Every once in a while, he could feel more than just a flicker of brain activity. She was getting better, slowly. Charles created a psychic bridge between their minds, feeding her information little by little. After about a week she had a layout of the mansion and knew who was there. Charles scanned her mind finally got a good hold on her. In reality she had begun dreaming of everything she had been shown. Hank came in on one occasion.
"How is she?,"He asked with concern.
"She's better. A lot better. I'm starting to see what she sees.," Charles answered as broke the hold for the day.
"I just need to figure out how to communicate with her, get her back out here."
Charles thought about what to do later that night. The only thing that had a chance of working is something he had never tried before. He decided to try it the next morning.
When the sun rose the next day Charles called for help getting ready. "A little early, isn't it?," Hank asked. "I know, but this process may take a while.," Charles answered as he wheeled himself next to Elliott.
"Call if you need help.," Hank said closing the door.
Charles immediately found himself in Elliot's dream. The empty mansion was silent in comparison to the normal hustle of everyday life. He concentrated even more, and didn't stop until it felt like ages. Then it happened. Charles found himself standing in the mansion. It worked. He was inside her dream. It felt strange to feel his feet on the floor after having adjusted to his new way of life in reality. He took a few steps to test himself. He stopped and looked around.
No Elliott. After taking a moment to build up his mental state he called out.
"Elliott, are you here?," He spoke. He walked down the hall, still calling for her. After a few minutes he began to wonder if this would actually work.
"I'm in here!," She called out. Charles sped up his steps towards the direction of her voice. There she was in front of him in the kitchen. She smiled at him. "Where have you been?," She asked. Charles smiled then realized she didn't know. She was here the whole time, thinking this was reality. "I've been around.," He said.