"We are pleased to see you on the board of our plane, - said the pilots voice of the plain (cruise New York – New Orleans). – In a few minuts…"

Rogue's thoughts were already far away from the passengers, pilots and the plain. A week ago she told Professor, that today she is leaving for all week to go to the place, where her hart was called for all this time. The place where she feared to come from that day… But every year exactly at that autumn day and then in two months in winter she came to that place and was sitting there for hours recalling the most happy years of here life.

"Nevertheless you arrived," growled Jean-Luc LeBeau.

"Today's de day of her memory," replied Remy.

"She left you when you were eight, and you still keep her photo in your closet and foster memories about her." sneered father, lay wasting wineglass. "I thought I was raising a man…" he grinned, empty battle rolled on the floor. "You still didn't find her grave…"

"And you even didn't try t' find it," intercepted Remy. "You still didn't explain Remy how did you know dat she was dead."

"I got a letter…"

"Realy? Where is it?"

The man has hushed up, that has not missed Remy. Awkward silence at a mention of her name. He did not like to speak about her, but if she was really so bad as some told about her, the father would damn her and to this day. But, it is not known why, he still did not miss the moment to remind Remy, that Marie, start up and not native, but mother, has left him and did not appear any more.

Gambit remembered about her only good. How she every morning came to his room with fresh toasts and milk. How she kissed his cheek and how she smelt like lilies. The Sun could envy hers warm smile! He remembers that day when Jean-Luc LeBeau, the leader of Guild of Thieves, has broaght Remy in the house of the Guild. And how everyone looked at him with, except for her. Her one presence gave heat to all around. Marie LeBeau has stretched to him her hands and gave him a hug.

"Welcome home, Remy," she said…

"What difference? So many years have passed," the father has distracted Remy from memoirs. - She has died and dat's all."

"Remy has de right t' know," the sight of fiery eyes has guarded Jean-Luc. "Too long I waited. Pretended, dat everyt'ing is fine. Enough! Where 's de letter? Where it has come from?

"Ok," after long silence the father has answered. "De letter has come from one shelter, somewhere in the north of city. I burnt de letter, from superfluous eyes far away."

Last words have guarded Remy. But it already was not important. Now he knows, whence to start to search. It is solved! The guy has risen from an armchair and has directed to a door.

"Where are you goin'?"

"To de shelter."

Jean-Luc has not had a fit of coughing nearly.

"Now?" having seen on eyes of the guy, that he does not joke, elder LeBeau has risen from the armchair. "I'm with you. Aniway don't have much to do…"

The reason was ridiculous, but Remy has agreed.