Charles Xavier had been in his study that morning when he heard the pained telepathic cry for help. Perhaps because of the raw power behind it, or perhaps by piggybacking on the similar, morphic resonance of thought coming from the previously unknown psionic entity hovering about the Haven, the cry was heard brightly, loudly, painfully. Xavier cried out, his whole body seemed to twang like a struck harp string. Saucer and half-full cup of tea leapt from his hands from that convulsive motion to shatter on the floor.
Faithful Cooper immediately came to his side and, after being assured it was nothing, just one of those mental things, the man began to clean up the mess on the floor, careful to get every last shard of the expensive china.
Xavier rolled himself over to his desk and out of the way. He sent out his feelers, his working range a lot more considerable now than it had been only a few months back, but heard and felt nothing. The closer signal faded, like an afterimage you can almost see but which disappears whenever you try to look directly at it. The other signal, however...
That horrible cry of pain, that had come from a mutant, he was sure. Another telepath, a very powerful one. They were in pain, and that hadn't felt like the flare of pain from an accidental occurrence. There had been terror, and anguish there. He couldn't get over the feeling that somebody was holding a telepathic mutant like himself against their will somewhere. He would have to go downstairs and see if Cerebro could shed some light on this situation, but he was afraid by the time he went all the way downstairs the psionic trail would be completely gone.
Picking up his phone, Xavier dialed his personal code into the comm system network.
"Mister Wisdom. I have a matter of some urgency to discuss with you. Are you on the premises?" There was a pause while Wisdom replied. "Very well. If you could meet me downstairs outside of the Cerebro unit in ten minutes... Five? Wonderful. See you there."
After hanging up, he went directly for the door. "Cooper, if you would be so kind as to cancel any appointments I might have had this morning? I'm afraid something inescapable has come up that I need to see to myself. Thank you."