Scott had returned to Dani's house, now that things had resumed some level of normality. He'd been in the back yard practicing with his visor and a clay pidgeon system.
It started as a familiar prickling at the back of his mind, and then it threatened to overwhelm him before it was cut off. He didn't need to think about it - he was already running for his car. In the after-echo of Jean's cry for help he'd sensed that presence of the Phoenix.
Not letting panic grip him, Scott sped in the direction of the echo. Emma was already there when he arrived. He must have looked odd, in a polo shirt and his visor instead of his glasses. No matter, there were other things to worry about. If they couldn't bring Jean out of her tree there wouldn't be anything to rebuild.
Running towards Jean felt like running through a thick soup with every wave that pulsed off of her.