Logan looked at the tall stone graves that read JEAN GRAY, SCOTT SUMMERS, and CHARLES XAVIER. He stared sadly at the one that said Jean Grey. It had been six months since the Alketrez Island incident. Six months since he had to do the most horrible thing to the one person he really loved. He was the one who killed Jean for the second time. He suddenly felt a heavy feeling fix on his chest, he could barely breathe and his eyes burned. Logan remember only one other time where he cried, when Jean died(for the first time). He exhaled deeply hoping to removing all the feeling he had.

"I'm sorry Jean," he whispered. "I love you."

"I miss you."

He turned his attenion to the biggest stone monument that held to the professor's memory. He also missed him the most. He had a connection to the professor that he had to no one else. Partly because The professor was the only one who knew about Logan's past. He had died before telling Logan. Logan reached out and touched the professor's name.

"Damn prof," he said quietly. "We really need you here. It's so hard running this place without you." He ran his fingers through his hair. It was hard running a school with just Storm and occasionally Dr. Hank McCoy but he had his own job to do. Logan stared at all the graves.

"I miss all you guys."

On the other side of the mansion Storm had just finished teaching a class and she was tiding up before she went on a break. She wondered where Logan was. She hadn't seen him for more than an hour; she really needed to talk to him. They really had to hire some more teachers for the kids. Her and Logan's schedule was already hectic with barely enough time for themselves. Things only got slightly better when Hank was around because he had made it clear that his duties as a senator would have to be divided for the school. Bobby, Rogue, and Pete also helped out since they had fewer classes now that they were in their last year but it still wasn't enough. Storm even told Hank to get the word out. Storm sighed. She had no idea what she was going to do.

She stopped the cab in front of the huge mansion. She hadn't been here in almost three years. Even if it was for a bad purpose… She paid the driver and tucked her black hair behind her ears and adjusted her black shades. She walked up the gravel driveway and knocked on the big oak door. Storm who was passing the front hall ,puzzled, when to open the door. When she opened it her jaw dropped. It was Raven DarkHolme also known as Mystique. She smiled nervously.

"I heard you were looking for a teacher..."