Hope: "Hey, it's me. Sorry for the runaround, pal. It's just us on this channel now. Emma Frost is a telepath, so I had to make sure our comms were properly shielded. Tony's made us some power dampeners to reduce Emma's psychic influence in the area. Make sure the cost is clear, and get ready for a fight. Things look pretty quiet. You're good to place the dampeners. That's the last one! Emma is NOT happy... I'll switch us back to the main comms channel. We may have to coordinate an attack.

Jones: "Hope! COME IN!"

Hope: "I know. Emma's mad. We're working on it."

Jones: "No, no, no, it's uh... uh... The Rift Beacons picked up a hostile signal. A really, really big hostile signal. And it's getting closer."

Hope: "Doom? No... We're not ready, it's too soon."

Jones: "We are ready. YOU are ready. First things first, let's neutralize Emma. Then we can deal with the big guy. ...Hope?"

Hope: "I need a second. I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't..."

THE ORACAL: "You're panicking. Excellent."

Hope: "EXCELLENT? I'm losing it. Right when everyone needs me to keep it together. "

THE ORACAL: "Heroes of prophecies past love to paint themselves as stoic beacons of justice. But they're not. They scream. They cry. On rare occasions, they destroy a nearby bucket. You know why? Because they care about getting ur right."

Hope: "What I care about doesn't matter if Doom crushes me."

THE ORACAL: "Oh, he could crush you like a tiny little bug. Absolutely. But your relentlessness, your burning passion to fight, even in the face of peril, That is why they follow you Hope. That is why you are a hero. So do whatever you have to do. Scream. Cry. Use the bucket. But you must try. Because if you try... You might win."