Re: Team 2: Jamie, Ruth, Betsy
The voice was the same as the one she'd heard earlier... or at least, she thought it was. It didn't taste the same to her mind, but it sounded the same to her ears. If ears were really what were listening. After two years of not using her voice or her ears much, she couldn't really tell the two apart. Was this a dream? Like the tunnel? The woman seemed real. At least, she registered to Jean's eyes once the pain of the light from the doorway subsided. But the voice she'd heard drawing her deeper into the tunnel, the voice made of a rainbow of emotions, had seemed just as real to her mind.
In the end it didn't matter if the voice was real or not, either before or now. Nor could Jean distinguish between her vocal cords or her mind.
Jean. Jean Grey, came the thought once she managed to work through the barrage of word/thought/emotions that the trio were bombarding her with. Right behind the woman was a man whose thoughts confused her. She tired to sort through them, but they overwhelmed her, and she fought back the urge to cower from him. At least the females seemed more ordered and in control of their thoughts.
Speak?? she asked with her mind.
Hadn't she already been speaking? She'd been fairly sure they'd heard her after all. It was only then that she realized she hadn't opened her mouth. Frowning, then widening her eyes, she looked at the trio silhouetted in the doorway. Opening her mouth, she attempted to talk but only a croak came out as she tried desperately to remember how.