[Charles is quiet for a long time. He glances up at the paintings on the wall, admiring them. She was very talented. He could see the uses of color and the different contrasts in the works of art. His head nods and he glances back and forth between the paintings and Erik. A part of him is glad that Erik has found his happiness.]

I'm glad you found her, found this...

[Rising to his feet, Erik began to pace back and forth. Everything was swarming around him. Trapped away from home, away from everything that he knew. He had no serum. He was taken against his will with no way of going home, no way of getting back to Hank. The voices would come. He was sure that he would hear them soon. ]

I have to get out of here. I have to find a scientist, someone who can replicate Hank's formula. I have to... [He doesn't want to have to find a wheelchair.]