[He feels...strange. Good. Confused, but good, at least until he sees this message, sees Charles. That much, he remembers. He remembers it vividly.]
I'll be there.
[And he runs. From his cabin to the infirmary, he bolts and flies down stairs, floating instead of falling this time. He isn't running to intercept, he's running to - from - he reaches along the ling he has with Charles, finds it real and solid instead of just - gone. And it's enough.]
[Private]
I'll be there.
[And he runs. From his cabin to the infirmary, he bolts and flies down stairs, floating instead of falling this time. He isn't running to intercept, he's running to - from - he reaches along the ling he has with Charles, finds it real and solid instead of just - gone. And it's enough.]