The Atlantic wind whips salt spray across my face as I stand on the deck of the Coast Guard ship, my mind reaching out across the water toward the yacht carrying Sebastian Shaw. Something blocks me—a mental shield unlike anything I've encountered before. "There's someone like me on that ship," I tell Moira, my pulse quickening at the possibility.

Then chaos erupts. Tornadoes form suddenly on the water, sending boats flying. I retreat momentarily, but a powerful surge of rage cuts through my mind, so intense it draws a gasp from me.

"There's someone else out there," I mutter, pushing past Moira to return to the deck. Following the beacon of anger, I spot him—treading water, surrounded by chaos, yet somehow controlling it. An anchor tears from our ship and flies toward the yacht, driven by his power.

As he struggles in the water, I see his mind clearly now—Erik Lehnsherr, haunted by memories of loss and vengeance. Despite the danger, I know I have to reach him.

Before I fully realize what I'm doing, I'm tearing off my jacket and diving into the frigid ocean. The current pulls me toward him, his mind a beacon in the darkness. As I reach him, his anger nearly overwhelms me, but through the fury, I sense something else—loneliness, hope, possibility.

"Let go," I say into his mind. "You'll drown."

Our eyes meet above the waves, and in that moment, I know nothing will ever be the same.