It comes on so suddenly, the suffocating feeling of someone in your mind.

It's all over, in your ears and your forehead and your brain, and you can feel their nails dig into each little crevice of your mind. Of you.

It's a woman, who whispers to you across whatever great distance divides you. "Just let me help you," She calls in a voice that is most likely intended to be soothing, but has the opposite effect. "Let us help you."

It's a man who pulls you out of her grip. A soothing baritone that lulls you into relaxation. And suddenly the woman's voice cuts out and you feel the weight of something on your head.

A helmet. You open your eyes. Magneto's helmet.