The mansion was still, quiet, all of its inhabitants shut up in their own rooms. At this moment, no one felt like spending time with anyone else; they were all grieving in their own way.

Ororo Munro—known to most as Strom—was sat in the living room, tears streaming down her face as she sat hunched in a ball, staring absentmindedly out of the window. Yes, at the funeral she had put on a brave face and struggled through her speech as best she could, but now she was letting her feelings out. Behind the glass windows, the sky clouded over as thunder rumbled overhead. A clap of thunder sounded close by as Ororo sobbed uncontrollably into her already drenched handkerchief.

It wasn't just the Professor's death that she was so distraught about though. Ever since Jean had died she had been down, even if she had put on a brave face and struggled through it. Then Scott had gone missing and her best friend turned out to be back alive before she had turned evil and killed the Professor. It was Ororo's responsibility to take care of the school and its students now and the responsibility was just too much on top of everything else that had happened to her.

As another roll of thunder rent through the air, Ororo became consciously aware of what she was doing and her mind wandered to a day in the not so far away past when the same accident had occurred but on a much smaller scale…

She had been annoyed that day; annoyed at Logan for his stupid defence tactics, annoyed at how they all seemed to be still in hiding even though mutants weren't being persecuted and annoyed all over again at Jean's death. Unknowingly, she had created the beginnings of a storm with the sky clouding over and rain starting to fall.

"The forecast was for sunny skies," a voice had informed her. Ororo had turned around to find the Professor sat behind her.

"I'm sorry," she had apologised, feeling ashamed that she had been caught out of control.

"I don't need to be telepathic to tell that something's up," he had answered. He had been there for her when she had been alone, upset or needed a friend but now there was no one and Ororo felt completely alone.

"I thought it was meant to be sunny," a voice suddenly sounded behind her and Ororo turned, hardly believing her ears. The Professor had died. However, she soon saw that she had been mistaken. Instead of Xavier sat there in his wheelchair, tall and imposing, she found Logan dressed in a vest and jeans with a cigar placed between two fingers. The similarity between Logan's statement and the Professor's set Ororo off in another round of sobbing as she apologised through heaving breaths.

"I'm sorry."

"Woah," Logan put his hands in front of him, "calm down." He walked over to where she was sat and placed his arm around her as she cried. Ororo gazed up into his beautiful face and sighed. There still was someone left for her after all…