Morning light streamed through the gap in the curtains. Wearing a loose pajama robe, Wanda paced restlessly by the window. Miss Witch stood with her arms folded, walking from left to right before the floor-to-ceiling windows, then back again. Her red hair draped over her shoulders, and when sunlight fell upon her, she looked like a mermaid swimming through the sea.
"I'm a little confused right now, do you understand? Whenever I focus on the Chaos Force, I can gain someone else's perspective. I've never felt anything like this before. It's like my brain has been split in two."
"Wanda, Wanda!" Jarvis, wearing only pajama pants as he sat on the edge of the bed, called out to Wanda. When he realized calling her could not stop his girlfriend from continuing to pace like a lawnmower over a carpet, he could only reach out and gently tug her arm.
"Oh, darling."
Wanda put her hand in Jarvis's, swept her long hair back with the other, and said, "I'm worried sick. It isn't just that this perspective is confusing me. More importantly, I swear I heard those terrible whispers before. That presence felt exactly like what we sensed in that horrifying universe!"
Covering her eyes with her slender fingers, Wanda said, "It looks like one of my followers and his friend deliberately summoned those terrible entities and dragged Helen into this. If anything happens to her, Asgard will definitely go after Professor Charles."
"Stop, Wanda. This isn't your fault. You merely happened to catch this as it occurred and went to investigate."
"But I could have stopped things from getting worse!" Jarvis led Wanda to sit beside him, but her nervous, anxious demeanor did not ease in the slightest. "I should have paid more attention to Chthon. Then, when he lent