A scene: Van Helsing/X-Men
The thing was that he had glimpsed inside other minds before. Jean’s had been an array of colours, sights and sounds; of impressions and half formed thoughts that had imprinted on his mind and on his skin, and had wrapped him in the most intricate and delicate of layers.
Charles’ mind, in comparison, was segmented: a long, endless corridor of black doors. Threatening in the way something lurked behind each one.
Logan’s mind was a forest. And it was raining.