Nate had been so shaken up by his experience in the infirmary that morning, that he had spent the rest of the day outside. He had sheltered himself in a TK bubble, like a force field that protected him from the wind and the cold as he sat on a ledge, his lower back resting on the slope of the Mansard roof above, one foot dangling over one of the manor's grand eaves. He was less than enthused with the onset of his powers, and had felt the need to be alone, which was a new trend as well.
He sat there for hours, his hyperactive mind considering this and that, as if he could think himself out of the side-effects of his psychometry. The touch telepathy was even worse, because people were living, breathing walking bombs of potential psionic feedback. Even the calmest looking might be seething with thoughts in turmoil just beneath the surface. He missed Rascal something fierce, but he didn't think he could bear being around him without trying to at least hug him, and who knew what thoughts and emotions he would encounter there? Ignorance, as they say, was bliss, especially when mind to mind communication did not allow for even the whitest of lies.
The voice in his head startled him. He usually heard her voice only when he was sleeping, or out of his body. It felt like she was... here. Nate could not initiate mind to mind contact without touch, but once a connection had been established by another telepath, he could certainly think back at them. Jean? Is that you? I can sense you! You feel so... near! he thought excitedly, already floating off the roof and letting his instinct guide him towards the source of the voice in his head. Was his sister really here? Could she be? He had wondered himself if he had imagined or dreamt it, and he figured people thought he was insane enough as it was, so he really hadn't mentioned her to anyone except Rascal. And even then he just told his friend that he had dreamt he had a sister, and that her name was Jean, but gone no further.
"Jean?" he called out once he had landed and rushed inside the house. Where are you?. He asked people he crossed paths with if anyone had seen a Jean Grey, but no one knew what he was talking about.