Never has Charles Xavier looked more uncomfortable. He winces at the needle to his neck, unable to move away from it. More drugs, this time to keep his powers under control for good. He's going to have to hope that the others will be able to mount a rescue...if not for him, for the kids that Stryker already has. There's a hint of irony in his voice. "You may be a good scientist...but you're a lousy mind reader." That wasn't what he was wondering at all.