Nahimana didn't know what was going on. One moment, her high school companions were advancing on her with crystal-clear resentment in their eyes, and the next, everything and everyone just...froze. "What is this? I didn't do this...did I?" She asked herself. "No. I did." A voice came from behind her, making her turn on her heels. "Are you here to kill me?" Was the first thing out of her mouth as she looked at a man in a wheelchair, who was flanked on one side by a firey-haired woman, on the other by a snowy-haired woman.
"No, we're not. We are mutants, like you. My name is Professor Charles Xavier, this is Ms. Jean Grey and Ms. Ororo Monroe." He gestured to the redhead, then the white haired woman. "I have built a school, where people like us can be safe. Ms. Monroe and Ms. Grey are teachers there, and we have decided to extend an invitation to you."
Nahimana looked around, into the frozen, hateful eyes of the people she lived amongst, even called some of them friends. Then she looked at the warm, kind, sympathetic eyes in the three new faces. She chewed her bottom lip in thought, then looked around again and nodded. "I will go."

Professor Xavier smiled. "Well then, we'll take care of transferring your information, don't worry about that. I do have one concern though." "Hmm? What is it?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. "Your family. Would you check with them? We don't need mutants getting more bad publicity." Nahimana nodded. She'd seen the news and read the papers about her brethren. "I understand, sir. But I…I have no living family to speak of. No one would care if I left." The Professor's face saddened. "I'm so sorry to hear that." He turned his chair around, motioning for the women to follow.

Nahimana looked at Jean. "So…what can you do, Ms. Grey?" "I am a telepath, so is the Professor. Though I can't stop time, I can lift things, paralyze people, read minds, etc." she replied. Nahimana smiled. "Sounds like a nice gift." She turned to Ororo. "What about you, Ms. Monroe?" "I can control the weather. Make it rain; make it snow, and so on. It's earned me the nickname 'Storm'." She laughed a little. Nahimana smiled again. "Storm...hmm...I like that! It's cool." Storm beamed at her.

"What's your name?" Jean asked. Nahimana turned back to her. "Nahimana. Mana for short. I know it's a little odd…" She trailed off as a shadow loomed over her. She found herself staring up at a big, black jet. "Whoa…" There was a ramp descending from it in front of them, the Professor already half-way up. "Come along, Nahimana." He called back, "I can't keep time locked forever."

She nodded once and ran up the ramp soundlessly, Storm and Jean only a step behind. She turned and saw the ramp close, then took a seat quickly. Nahimana looked around the jet as Storm and Jean seated themselves up front, Storm piloting. It took her a moment to notice there was someone else in there with them. "Hello?" She said cautiously. The chair turned, and she found herself staring at a blue man with yellow eyes.