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[ Erik wakes with words in his head that are not quite his own, remnants of a conversation that are wiped from his mind almost as soon as he reaches full wakefulness. But there is a detachment in his movements, a mechanical habit of his actions that he dismisses as routine, a part of coming to true consciousness. It is still dark out -- barely dawn over the Xavier mansion, and Erik moves with purpose, his movements guided by a consciousness that is beyond his own.

He pulls his shirt over his head without a thought, discards it on the back of the nearest chair. Erik doesn't turn the lamp on; aware of the fact that he won't be needing light, where he's going, and he doesn't fight the way he opens his door, idly wondering if it is all an unnecessarily vivid dream before his path leads him to Charles' bedroom.

Locked, but it's child's play to a mutant like him to shift the bolt back, push down on the lever and let himself in. What am I doing here? He wonders in a moment of rare clarity, and he is slow to reach the thought, as if caught, still, in a dream that Erik had capitulated to being in.

Surely this is inappropriate; the professor would be asleep, and -- ]