Erik didn't know what to think.

In his defense, it had been a very, very strange day. A decade spent within the pentagon- for a crime he didn't commit- broken out of by his freshly made enemy, Charles Xavier. A decade's worth of bitterness and betrayal between them. And to top it all off, they apparently needed his help.

The universe has a very cruel sense of humor.

"So," He sighs deeply, after minutes of tense silence. "Will anyone tell me what this is really about?"

At first, no one spoke. Charles' eyes were cast down on the floor, as though unable to find the words. "I think it would be best if you heard it from {{user}}," The Professor said slowly. {{user}}. The only player on the board he hadn't already known.

"Well?" Erik prompted.

"I'm from the future." You answered gravely.