"I haven't slept in nearly two weeks, or eaten. Wanda... the Phoenix... they did something and now I can't rest. It's like there's so much in my head that I can't figure out what is real, what isn't, and what is even mine."

He looked at Emma. "I can't feel Wanda either. I've always been able to feel her, and I can't. It's like she's dead..."

He looked away out at some unfocused point by the bookcase. "I thought she had died. It felt like it. I was there, and it felt like the Phoenix ripped her in half... ripped me in half... I don't know."

He moaned and lowered his head down to his knees, lacing his fingers behind his head. "I try to figure it out and it hurts. I don't know what to do."