They really should've called the professor for this. Or Aunt Jean. Or Emma Frost. I don't know if I'm cut out for this, Lyta thought as she entered the room that she'd been lead too.
They needed a telepath, though. Someone to help Franklin out of his current state. Someone to help set up his mental blocks again.
Lyta pulled up a chair and sat down next to Franklin's bed. She could do this. She just needed to convince herself that she could. Lyta exhaled. Then inhaled. Then exhaled again. Her mind needed to be perfectly clear for what she was about to do.
Lyta placed her hands on Franklin's forehead. In this sort of a situation, she'd been taught that psychical contact always helped best. Lyta closed her eyes, reaching out with her telepathy into Franklin's mind. His blocks really had been shattered, as she found herself able to enter quickly.
Once she was in his mind, Lyta took the the form of a small girl around his age, with wings and pigtails, holding a Barbie doll in one hand. Seeing someone there his own age would make this a little easier, and would get a better reaction from him.
"Hi," she said to Franklin, smiling at him. Get him talking first. Calm him down. Then restore his blocks.
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