Sam struggled to gain control of the chaotic memories that were exploding in his brain. Listening to Jean's voice in his head, he forced himself to open his eyes and fought to gain his focus. He allowed to her coax him telepathically, following her instructions as best he could as he tried to combat the flood of images and voices that seemed to be overwhelming him.
Gradually, the images began to slow down and eventually dimmed. One by one, the voices began to fade and fall silent until, finally, the only voice that remained was Jean's.
Sam's breathing was deep and heavy when he finally looked up at the red head that cradled his tear-streaked face in her hands. But when he looked at her, it was without recognition.
"Who are you?" he asked. The confusion in his expression was genuine. It was as if their earlier introduction hadn't happened at all.
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Gradually, the images began to slow down and eventually dimmed. One by one, the voices began to fade and fall silent until, finally, the only voice that remained was Jean's.
Sam's breathing was deep and heavy when he finally looked up at the red head that cradled his tear-streaked face in her hands. But when he looked at her, it was without recognition.
"Who are you?" he asked. The confusion in his expression was genuine. It was as if their earlier introduction hadn't happened at all.