Hank：Can I help you?
Logan：Uh... Yeah, what happened to the school?
Hank：The school's been shut for years. Are you a parent? I sure as hell hope not. Who are you? I'm Hank. Hank McCoy. I look after the house now.
Logan：You're Beast? Look at you. I guess you're a late bloomer.
Hank：I don't know what you're talking about,but I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
Logan：So where's the Professor?
Hank：There's no professor here.
Logan：You're pretty strong for a scrawny kid. You sure there's not a little Beast in there?
Hank：No, he's not here.
Logan：Come on, Beast.Come on, Beastie.
Hank：No! Hey! I said the school's closed. You need to leave.
Logan：Not until I see the Professor.
Hank：There's no professor here, I told you that.
Logan：Look, kid. You and I are gonna be good friends. You just don't know it yet. Professor! Professor!
Charles：Hank? What's going on here?
Charles：Please don't call me that.
Logan：Why? You know this guy?
Charles：Yeah, he looks slightly familiar. Get off the bloody chandelier, Hank.
Logan：You can walk.
Charles：You're a perceptive one.
Logan：I thought Erik...
Charles：Which makes it slightly perplexing that you missed our sign on the way in. This is private property, my friend. I'm gonna have to ask him to ask you to leave.
Logan：Well. I'm afraid I can't do that... because, uh, I was sent here for you.
Charles：Tell whoever it was that sent you that I'm busy.
Logan：That's gonna be a little tricky...because the person who sent me was you.
Logan：About 50 years from now.
Charles：Like in the future, 50 years from now?
Charles：I sent you from the future?
Logan：If you had your powers, you'd know I was telling the truth.
Charles：How do you know I don't have my p... Who are you?
Logan：I told you.
Charles：Are you CIA?
Charles：You've been watching me?
Logan：I know you, Charles. We've been friends for years. I know your powers came when you were 9. I know you thought you were going crazy when it started all the voices in your head. And it wasn't until you were 12 that you realized all the voices were in everyone else's head. Do you want me to go on?
Charles：I never told anyone that.
Logan：Not yet, no, but, you will.
Charles：All right, you've piqued my interest. What do you want?
Logan：We have to stop Raven. I need your help. We need your help.
Charles：I think I'd like to wake up now.
Hank：What does she have to do with this?
Charles：So you're saying...they took Raven's power, and what? They weaponized it?
Hank：She is unique.
Charles：Yeah, she is, Hank.
Logan：In the beginning, the Sentinels were just targeting mutants. Then they began to identify thegenetics in non-mutants who would eventually have mutant children and grandchildren. Many of the humans tried to help us, but it was a slaughter. Leaving only the worst of humanity in charge. I've been in a lot of wars. I'd never seen anything like this. And it all starts with her.
Charles：Let's just say for the sake of...the sake, that I choose to believe you...that I choose to help you. Raven won't listen to me. Her heart and soul belong to someone else now.
Logan：I know. That's why we're gonna need Magneto, too.
Hank：You do know where he is?
Charles：He's where he belongs.
Logan：You're just gonna walk out?
Charles：Ooh, top marks. Like I said, you are perceptive.
Logan：The Professor I know would never turn his back on someone who'd lost their path. Especially someone he loved.
Charles：You know...I think I do remember you now.Yeah.We came to you a long time ago... seeking your help. And I'm gonna say to you what you said to us then. Fuck off.
Logan：Listen to me, you little shit. I've come a long way, and I've watched a lot of people die. Good people. Friends. If you're gonna wallow in self-pity and do nothing, then you're gonna watch the same thing...you understand?
Charles：We all have to die sometime.
Hank：Told you there was no professor here.
Logan：What the hell happened to him?
Hank：He lost everything. Erik, Raven... his legs. We built the school, the labs, this whole place... then, just after the first semester, the war in Vietnam got worse. Many of the teachers and older students were drafted. It broke him. He retreated into himself. I wanted to help, do something... so I designed a serum to treat his spine, derived from the same formula that helps me control mymutation. I take just enough to keep myself balanced, but he takes too much. I tried easing him back... but he just couldn't bear the pain, the voices. The treatment gives him his legs... but it's not enough. He's...He's just lost too much.