[He felt the familiar presence before he heard his voice. Like a scent triggering a long-forgotten memory. Or the warm bedclothes on the other side of the bed, indicating that somebody had been there, even if they were now gone.

No, not it was not like either of those things. It was like nothing Erik could describe, no matter how well he knew the feeling. And there was only one reason he should have such a feeling.]

It is good to see a familiar face, old friend.

[He faces him, turning his back on the pyramids, and rubs the back of his neck, feeling intensely vulnerable in a way that he does not at all appreciate. A thousand questions bubble, but he does not give voice to any of them.

Not that it would make a difference, if Charles really wanted to know.]

There is not much else I have found that is familiar since arriving… here.

[The planet, the Ingress, all of it. All of it except the pyramids, and now Charles.]