She had finally snapped, that was the only explanation for the insanity she was experiencing, and as time went on she became more and more sure that this was taking place inside of her own broken psyche.

Just as she had turned seventeen she had gotten an intense bout of intuition that someone was in her cell with her. When she looked and saw that no one was present, that was the first clue that she had gone crazy, but she hadn't realized then. Her cell had been invaded by an intimidating man who stood tall enough to fill her room all the way to the ceiling and she had been so startled by his sudden appearance she had done nothing but gape stupidly at him.

The man was wearing an elegant overcoat so dark that it seemed to suck all the light out of the room contrasting starkly with a pale face that would have looked pleasant if he had not been invading. On his head stood a shiny black hat and hair that was a bright red that stood out sharply from the dull colors she saw every day. His eyes were the same shade of red and he seemed to be looking right through her. Wanda couldn't help but stare at him.

Then he started talking.

He had said something about taking her powers and she had been filled with anger and attacked him.

That had been a mistake.

Her mind had felt fuzzy and she attacked with her power wildly, that was when she got her next clue that this might not really be happening. Nothing she did affected the man and he never attacked her back. Behind him a giant fly appeared from previously empty space. The man didn't even acknowledge the creature's presence and Wanda had paused unsure what was happening.

Then he had started talking again.

His voice had a calming quality and it felt a bit like she was talking to Xavier. Was that what was really happening?

Wanda recalled that she had an appointment with Xavier today, maybe she was sitting in his office being lectured to and all this craziness was just that, insanity.

She answered his questions just like she always did when Xavier talked to her and he made promises like Xavier always did. Then something happened. When she called him a liar he smiled widely and offered to prove his sincerity. Then his hand glowed blue and Wanda could feel it. She had been wrong about this figure who had invaded her cell. He was not Xavier nor was he merely intimidating. This man Jack was someone truly great.

She gathered all her courage and grasped the offered hand and felt his power fill her, letting her know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he could be trusted, it seemed silly now that she ever doubted him.

He talked about magic and mutants and promised to free her if she would just tell him what she knew. She had been in the cell so long that she didn't know much but she agreed anyway.

That was when she got her final bit of proof that she had gone insane. The figment took his hat from his head and the inside opened into a window to another world. When she inspected it she tumbled through, landing in a beautiful garden. There, in a wire cage, was a white rabbit and that was when the truth clicked in Wanda's head. She remembered being a young girl and reading a storybook where the main character fell into a rabbit hole into an imaginary world.

That settled it, she had finally lost her mind. At least the fantasy she had created was a pleasant one. A handsome man whisking her away from her horrible prison at midnight on her birthday promising her everything she wanted and taking her to a beautiful garden. She scoffed at herself for ever believing such obvious fantasies, but still, she was here in the fantasy garden petting the white rabbit.

Soon enough Jack reappeared, and she could feel the power flowing through her insist she could trust him. She did her best to ignore him and for a while he just sat next to her. Then he did something she couldn't ignore.

At first, he just seemed to be puttering around his garden planting a seed. Then she felt the truth of it. Power flowed through him and into the seed he had planted. The act was beauty on a level she had never experienced before and when he was finished a flower stood fully grown. She felt a small echo of Jack's presence radiating from the plant and she couldn't take her eyes away. Then he started talking again and she listened.

He spoke of magic and power that she too possessed, if this was a fantasy it wasn't one she wanted to leave. Then he asked her about mutants, and she told him what she knew. His face glowed with pleasure as he smiled a full toothed smile at her. She wasn't sure what she said that could have gotten such a reaction, but she felt oddly pleased with herself.

Then he asked about her father.

This was supposed to be her fantasy. Her father had no place here other than broken under her heel. She felt her power unleashing without her control, but she barely noticed. This was her fantasy wasn't it? If she focused hard enough maybe her father's broken body would appear, and she could be truly happy. In the back of her mind she felt her power suddenly dissipate.

She turned her attention to Jack and demanded that her father be punished.

He asked her why he would help her with nothing to gain from it.

That wasn't right, this was her fantasy wasn't it? He should just give her what she wanted.

He had told her that she had power only a minute ago and she said as much to him. What he said in return nearly broke her heart. He told her that she was useless to him, even in her own fantasies she was cast aside.

NO!

She couldn't let it end like this. She felt the connection to him that he had forged earlier and through it she sensed something. Jack wasn't being dismissive, rather there was a sense of curiosity to what he said. He wanted something from her, but she had no idea what. She conjured up every ounce of her resolve and faced him.

"What will it take?"

He wanted everything.

She gave it to him.

She felt his power wrap around her as she agreed to his terms and she was floored by the scope of him. This couldn't be just a man. He was some sort of angel, or maybe a God?

"Welcome home Wanda, and Happy Birthday."

She was truly content as she followed her savior.

She wished it was real.