It was a sunny afternoon and Scott sat at the edge of his bed as he looked longingly at a framed photo of his newborn son. Madelyn Pryor visited him telepathically, one of the many times she's visited him in just this past week alone.

They bond over the loss of their child and share a few tender words and sweet kisses in Scott's mind.

Suddenly, you use your own telepathic abilities to enter his brain. Your face says all that Scott needs to know: you're pissed.