Professor Charles Xavier sighed, a little more comfortable than he had been in days. Days? Make that weeks. There was so much chaos around the mansion; he took pleasure from simple joys. For example, the three Logan sessions a day had calmed Bobby and Rahne's powers. They were now allowed to attend school once again. After speaking with Rogue last week he was able to help her as well. By tacking a mental wall against her dream, he had given her peace once more. She was eating again, and sleeping less. He was nearing a breakthrough with Sam; and with a few more Logan sessions, Kitty and Kurt would be fine once more. However, with all his success, there was still something that bothered him. It pulled at the edges of his psyche, depriving him of sleep. That something was Rogue's dream.

Rogue's dream had been interesting in the fact that it was so mysterious. It had been bothering her for a little over a month, he had found, after some gentle prodding. She never seemed to quite remember it, at least not in detail. There were feelings, smells, sounds, and one name, Maddie. He had tried to view the dream by probing her mind, however, the moment he entered he had to fight for control of his sanity; feeling him self swirling around the countless minds trapped within hers. It was then that he'd decided the best thing for her would be for him to block it off. It was not something he generally did, it was an option used only in extreme cases. But, watching her now, unplaged by the dream, he believed he'd made the right choice. Yes, Rogue was better, and that was all that mattered.