Erik shifts and turns in his bed, an uncomfortable position always finding him. He's asleep with his lover, in the safety of the cargo crates that he's built into his home. He's made a safe place for mutants with dangerous abilities, granted by the government.

He groans quietly, finding himself in another nightmare. He always has them on stormy nights like tonight. He's plagued by what will happen if someone attacks. Attacks the x-men, his home, his brother Charles, or whatever. It all comes to mind.

"Raven!" he cries as he shoots to sit up, covered in sweat.