This is where the two point of views overlap (as you've probably already figured out.) There will be more inserts from (not gonna spoil who it is you have to figure it out yourself) but they are also set in the future like the past ones and eventually they will overlap.
He was falling, so slowly, yet quickly, rushing towards the ground. He passed floors, making his way down the building. He had reached about floor 20 when a figure appeared next to him.
"Please, don't do this!"
Warren glanced at the figure falling beside him. It was a young, African woman, probably in her 20s, with long white hair. She was wearing a black suit with small x's in circles etched into the shoulders, and she looked worriedly into his eyes. She had a weird cape attached to her wrists and neck, but it hung loose and created a lot of loud, flapping air resistance.
"Are you going to stop me?" She shook her head no, but continued to fall next to him. He was probably at floor 15 now.
"Only you can stop yourself." She was shouting to be heard over the wind, but it seemed quite somehow, like a secret she was whispering in his ear. He felt tears squeezing out of his eyes.
"No one loves me!" He was at floor 10 now, the sidewalk quickly rushing up toward him. She looked at him pitifully and he hated her for it.
"I love you."
It only took those three little words to change his mind. Tearing off the belts that restrained his wings, he flared his wings and let out a muffled oomph as the wind slammed into his shirtless body. Shooting upwards, he flew away from the building, surprised to find the woman flying after him. She shot ahead and motioned for him to follow. Accepting her challenge, he rocketed after her, following her out of the city to the part of New York that could pass for a Connecticut countryside. She swooped down towards a large stone mansion surrounded by sports fields and courtyards. Briefly he wondered how she was flying, but he followed her nonetheless. She lighted down on an open balcony, and he landed next to her. She smiled warmly at him, and even though they had just met he smiled back.
A man in a wheelchair rolled out of the building into the sunlight. He was bald and had a kind look in his eyes that could maybe be described as a loving father's look. He rolled up to Warren and extended an arm. Warren suddenly realized he was wearing no shirt and his wings were stretched out behind him. He leaped into the air.
"Wait!" the woman called after him. "It's okay, you don't have to be afraid here! We're like you." He paused in the air but didn't fly away. The woman held out her hand and her eyes clouded over until they were pure white. A small cloud gathered in her hand, and tiny raindrops began to fall from it and coat her hand.
"Yes, she does have powers. And so do I." Warren wondered how the man could answer the exact question he had just been wondering.
"I can read minds. Now please, come back down." Warren flapped cautiously down to the balcony, and this time he properly shook the old man's hand.
"Hello, Warren. My name is Charles Xavier, and welcome to my school for gifted youngsters."
