There's an ominous pause where he doesn't reply right away. But finally there is an answer.
"...would you mind coming to Cerebro?"
It would seem his wheelchair had caught a wheel the wrong way and both Professor and chair had taken a harrowing tumble over the side of the suspended walkway. He was laying at the bottom of the darkened round room, lucky that he hadn't broken more than his arm.
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There's an ominous pause where he doesn't reply right away. But finally there is an answer.
"...would you mind coming to Cerebro?"
It would seem his wheelchair had caught a wheel the wrong way and both Professor and chair had taken a harrowing tumble over the side of the suspended walkway. He was laying at the bottom of the darkened round room, lucky that he hadn't broken more than his arm.