Within the realm of perception, Ceceylla searched the spheres of consciousness. Looking for a specific soul in all of existence, Charles Xavier. He had been in a coma for a very long time. It was something she felt so helpless about, even though she’d been a telepath. It broke her heart.
Spirit Speaker was unconscious, as Scott laid her gently onto the cot, and hooked up moderating equipment. Though was only momentary, until the devices surged and overloaded. As Scott took to the pilot seat, Hank sat with CeCe. She calmed slightly feeling Hank’s calming soul beside her, though when getting to the medical room and short-circuiting the power.