"Professor, what are you doing up so late?" asked Storm. She pulled her white hair out of her face. "It's nearly midnight."

"Oh, I'll be going to bed in a minute Storm," replied Professor Xavier, wheeling himself around to face her. His eyes were tired. "I just wanted one more look at Cerebro. Something tells me we will have a few more students very soon." The professor tapped his temple. As a telepath, he is able to sense when other mutants are near, as well as reading their minds.

Storm laughed and turned to leave. "Good night, professor."

Xavier wheeled himself over to his desk. He never enjoyed being in his chair, but could be a lot worse, he knew that. The boulder that Magneto pushed on him could have killed him, instead of damaging his spine. The professor shook his head. He used to be friends with Magneto as a young man, back when Magento was just Erik. But Magneto turned against humans, wanting to hurt them. Xavier couldn't have that, so the two grew apart. Xavier shook his head. What's done is done, and Erik is in his past now. Right now, he's got a school to run.

The Xavier Institute seemed like a place that just took in kids, but there is so much more to it than what meets the human eye. The children may seem like the other kids, but when they get back to the Institute after school, they can be what they truly are: mutants. The children learn about their powers, and learn to control them here. Then when they graduate high school, they can go on to be productive members of society, or stay behind and teach, like Storm, or the other teacher, Wolverine. Xavier was so proud of the children. They are learning and growing up to be hard-working, responsible mutants.

Xavier looked over at the clock. It was 12:30, a half hour since Storm told him to go to bed. Better get to bed, he thought. Just as he was about to wheel himself out the door, a nagging feeling crept into the back of his mind. Check Cerebro again. Once more couldn't hurt. The professor looked at the screen. He was shocked- not one, but two mutants had appeared on screen, both in the same place, the woods not a mile away from the Institute. Professor Xavier thought for a moment. Everyone is asleep, and the next day was Saturday. The professor didn't want to wake everyone up now. Everyone could come tomorrow in collecting the two new students. There wasn't many of them, so they all could fit on the X-jet. Everyone always wanted to go anyway. Professor Xavier turned off the lights in his study and went to his room. He lied in bed waiting for sleep to take him. The professor had one last thought before drifting off into a deep sleep. I didn't even know people lived in those woods.