Emma's powers still weren't something she was especially proud of. To go from being one of the best psychics in the world to someone who could only hold her focus for so long was frustrating. A lot of things had been frustrating lately, in all honesty, but Emma was doing her best to deal with them one step at a time.
She'd been home when she'd gotten the call and it'd hit her so strongly that she'd dropped the glass she'd been holding and only barely heard it shatter on the floor. It felt bad; there was pain and something beyond it, something large and ominous. Emma didn't want to let herself think about the Phoenix or what the havoc it might wreak if it was left unchecked. She simply walked around broken glass and exited her home. She got into one of her cars with no hesitation, not even realizing it was the first time she'd driven since her accident. She was too busy pushing her fear aside and breaking speed limits to get to Jean.
Following a psychic trail that might as well have been blinking lights to people who were sensitive to the sort of thing, Emma eventually found herself in an abandoned, run down park. "Jean!" Emma could feel the power that came off of Jean in waves and noticed, unhappily, the costume she wore. "Jean Grey!" Emma approached the woman, running toward her with the knowledge that this might not be the best idea.