Unfortunately that just seemed to highten his fear. I would have put him to sleep telepathically but I needed him sane. So instead I placed into his conscious mind a picture of Emma Frost in her sluttiest White Queen garb. He immediately started to relax. A little too much in fact. He started to take off his pants.
"Scott!" I yelled, removing Emma's image from his thoughts.
"Oh, uh, sorry, Professor."
"Now look, I need you to stay focused. We have a bit of a crisis here and I don't want you to panic."
"Crisis?" he asked in that simplistic, confused voice of his.
"Yes. Galactus. Remeber?"
I could see the raw panic start to creep across his face again.
"Scott! Stay with me, damnit! I need you to drive this van."
"W-what? But why?? What's the point?? There's no where we can go! No way to escape! He's going to destroy the whole planet! We're doomed! There's no where we can run!"
"We aren't running, Scott. We have to get to the Baxter building. Reed Richards practically beats Galactus every morning before breakfast. I'm sure he has a plan. Get us there now!"