Scott opened the door and, suddenly felt a sense of wrongness and kind of sideways jerk. he stumbled and managed to fall on his face in the entrance, his glasses skidding away.

"Scott! Are you ok?"

Jean sounded worried as her telekinesis lifted his glasses from the floor and floated them to his questing hands

"I'm ok. Nothing bruised but my pride"

He levered himself up and took Jean in his arms, her strength making him feel stronger as she had so often done, and looked around while holding her the sensations forgotten as they savored the feel of being home again.