Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. His brows came together and carefully he shifted himself to be closer, glancing once to Peter to make sure the young man was away where he'd left him but Peter already looked like he was fascinated where he sat. With a quick breath, Charles reached out and touched his fingertips to Kurt's temple. His eyes closed, and he reached in-

He jerked slightly in his chair as he dropped into Kurt's dream, burning inside as his whole being suddenly felt absolutely trapped, like he couldn't breathe, claustrophobic, but unlike Kurt, he could drag himself up above it. What was this? What sort of horrid nightmare? He could smell something burning, cooked flesh, hear the crackle of electricity-

"KURT!" A call out, trying to shatter through the dream and pull the other to him.