"Professor, these are the Morlocks," Jean introduced. "They've agreed to help to defeat the Shadow King." Callisto, the leader of the Morlocks, stepped out and said, "I'm Callisto, the leader of the Morlocks. This is Scaleface," she gestured at Scaleface, "Stunner," she gestured at the little girl with pigtails, and lastly, gesturing at Caliban, said, "and this is Caliban." "I'm Professor Charles Xavier," Professor X said. "Or, simply, Professor X, at your service." The Professor turned to Caliban and said, "Caliban, the X-Men need your help. There is an evil psychic running loose in Bayville, and we need your help to locate him." "I understand, Professor," Caliban said. "I can already sense a very strong mutant in the city." "Can you lead us there, Caliban?" The Professor said. "Yes," Caliban said, "follow me."
Caliban proceeded to walk up the main staircase, much to the confusion of everyone else. "He's up this way," Caliban said. "Professor, he's in one of your rooms." As he walked, and everyone else followed, Caliban suddenly made a choking sound and grasped at his throat as he collapsed onto the floor, coughing horribly. "Caliban!" Callisto shouted, and she and Scaleface knelt down beside him, holding on to him as though he were about to die soon. The Professor and Jean looked around the magnificent hall, as if looking for someone. "Go away," Jean said, and her eyes glowed with the bright light of the sun as far, far away, in a park in downtown Bayville, the Shadow King screamed in pain as he fell to the floor, his head glowing with the same bright light.
Back at the Mansion, Jean's fiery eyes reverted back to normal again, as everyone crowded around the unconscious Caliban. "What happened?" Callisto questioned the Professor loudly. "The Shadow King launched a psychic attack on him, Callisto," the Professor replied gravely. "And you brought us here knowing that this could happen!" Scaleface shouted angrily. "Hey, it wasn't ze Professor's fault zis happened!" Kurt said, his tail swinging about in anger. "And you know this because?" Scaleface pointed an accusing finger at Nightcrawler, as Callisto put a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down. "Shut up, birdface!" Wanda screamed, her fists glowing sapphire. "Stop it!" Stunner screamed as she covered her ears. "Everyone, be quiet!" Jean shouted above everyone else, but with no apparent effect as everyone ignored her and continued arguing.
Suddenly, a blinding pinkish-white light appeared along the stairway, as the light folded in on itself to form a sphere the size of a baseball, which then broke out into a humanoid shape, as the light faded off to reveal a spitting image of Dylan.
"Will all of you just shut up?" Dylan, clad in blue-green hospital clothes, said angrily, as all the present X-Men stared at him wide-eyed in surprise. It was so quiet one could hear a pin drop. "That's better," Dylan said. "Thank you." "You're awake?" Wanda questioned. "Dylan," the Professor, who was as shocked as everyone else was, said, "do you know what has been going on these few weeks?" "No," Dylan said. "But I do know you've been trying to help me out of my mind. Apparently we did it."
"Kurt and Jean," the Professor turned towards them and said, "tell everyone to go to the conference room immediately. Dylan, come with us. Wanda, bring Caliban to the sick bay." Wanda bent down, and together with Callisto, lifted Caliban up and began walking up the flight of stairs to the sick bay. Scaleface followed them up as the Professor and Dylan walked towards the conference room.
Professor X wheeled into the conference room followed by Dylan, and he turned on all the lights and went to the table, joined by Dylan. "How did you wake up?" Professor X asked. "It's funny, actually," Dylan replied. "I was walking around in my mind when I began feeling extremely concentrated feelings of rage coming from somewhere I could not identify. I couldn't stand the noise, and when the mere thought of stopping that noise popped into my mind, I found myself here." "Interesting," Professor X said. He seemed to be in deep thought, and Dylan thought it wise not to disturb him.
Dylan (or at least, Dylan's psyche) was greeted with all sorts of variations of "you're back!" each time someone came into the room, starting from Scott all the way to Rogue. Once everyone settled down, the Professor spoke.
"As everyone can see," the Professor began, "Dylan has managed to wake himself. He has projected himself out of his still comatose body. How did you do it? Betsy, who was seated beside Dylan, said. I found Jean, Wanda, Kurt and the Morlocks extremely noisy and I woke up to stop it, Dylan replied. "From this occurence, I have come up with a plan to defeat the Shadow King once and for all. We never needed to ask Caliban for help, least of all combining all our telepathic talents. All we needed was Dylan.
"Dylan is currently the host to the Shadow King, who is running loose using Dylan's projection power. So, if Dylan's projection power is made to project only the Shadow King, but not Dylan himself, Dylan will revert back to his body." "But Dylan will be unconscious then, so what's the point?" Scott pointed out. "Not nessecarily, Scott," the Professor said. "If there are two psyches, one in the body and one outside, the one inside can take control. That way, if enough psychic attacks are fired at the Shadow King to make him die, Dylan won't get hurt at all."
"It's worth a shot, Dylan," Betsy said, putting her hand on his encouragingly. "You're probably right," Dylan replied. "Hopefully you are."