A/N: Yay for finals being over! Though the chapter is a bit short...I've been a bit drained lately...

The Professor glanced around the hospital room carefully as he guided his wheelchair inside. He'd come as soon as Scott called him saying that the Containment Unit had malfunctioned and they lost Sam. He hadn't even been there five minutes when he sensed Sam's obvious distress.

Storm and Forge followed him into the room, looking just as wary as The Professor felt. Sam was still radiating confusion and…pain from where he was laying against the hospital bed. Professor X frowned a bit. Sam had never felt pain before. ~Sam, are you alright?~

~Non! I don't know what's going on! Where am I?~

~You're in the Intensive Care Ward of the hospital. The Containment Unit malfunctioned.~ The Professor provided before turning to the doctor, nurse, and supervisor that were in the room. Professor X delved into their minds and quickly found the information he was looking for.

Three years ago a teenage boy had been dumped on the hospital front steps beaten to within an inch of his life. He never woke up and they had never been able to identify him. After a legal battle the courts had decided to stop life support. The best way to handle this, the Professor decided, was to simply pretend that Sam was meant to be in that body. It would limit the questions. He'd erase the memories of Sam's eye from the three of their minds to limit them further.

"I run a school for gifted youngsters outside of Bayville and Sampson here was a student there." The Professor said as Forge went over to better examine Sam's near comatose new body.

The supervisor frowned a bit. "And it took you three years to find out he was here?"

"I was under the impression he had returned home, and his family was under the impression he was still at school. But of course he was here." The Professor said smoothly. This was going to be very tricky to cover up since they'd already pulled life-support and yet Sam was still alive. He couldn't just come out and say 'he's a mutant!'

"We came as soon as we realized he was missing." Storm added stepping up next to the Professor.

~Professeur, I can't get out of this body!~ Sam cried out mentally. The heart monitor gave a jump from its spot next to the bed, echoing the fright that was radiating from Xavier's student.

Xavier turned his attention away from the supervisor as Storm answered a few questions with prefabricated answers. ~It's alright, Sam. Calm down. We'll figure out what happened, I promise.~

"If you don't mind, we'd like to be alone with Sam for a few minutes." The Professor said, giving a mental command as well so that the three hospital workers agreed instantly. Once the door had closed the Professor turned his attention to Forge. "Do you know what happened?"

Forge shook his head. "Not really. It seems like he went to the nearest open body when the Containment Unit failed. He probably didn't have too much control over it."

"Sam?"

~I don't know…It's like I was asleep and now I'm awake…Every time I try to break away from this body it hurts…~ Sam replied.

The Professor's frown deepened and looked over the body Sam was apparently trapped in. The boy looked to be about seventeen, with grown out black hair and very pale skin from being inside for three years straight. Wires and thin tubes crisscrossed the body and connected him to monitors and machines that were scattered around the bed.

"And you can't get out?" The Professor asked aloud.

~Non.~

Forge frowned a bit and put a hand to his chin. "I don't have any idea why he wouldn't be able to." He said sounding troubled.

"Charles…" Storm called from where she had been looking at the chart at the foot of the bed. "He's been here for three years."

"Yes." The Professor agreed with a raised eyebrow. Then he remembered that he'd only known before her because he'd gotten the information from the supervisor's mind. Sometimes it was easy to forget that other people had to find information different ways.

"Hasn't it been three years since Sam died?" She asked looking up with a frown.

The Professor nodded. "Yes, it has." It didn't take but a moment for him to see what Storm was getting at. Sam's body had never been found after he went missing three years ago. The only reason they even thought he'd died was because the Professor had found the idea so strong in Sam's mind.

Xavier looked over the still body again. In Sam's mental landscape, his body had had black hair as well. Though this body was thinner and much paler that could just be because he was in a coma for three years. The Professor's eyes widened a bit. Could that explain why Sam couldn't leave? Was this his real body?