Natalie
It was a week after the death of Jean, and everyone was starting to get over the tragedy, when it happened. Storm was walking down the hallways on her way to bed, when she heard a soft knock on the door. She stopped and leaned enough to hear a soft "Hello?" and slowly opened the door to find a little girl staring back at her.
The girl was frail, and looked lost. She had brown eyes and brunette hair with long bangs. She was dressed in rags, but had a silver necklace around her; a silver chain with two keys on it.
Storm squatted down to her level and asked "what's your name?"
The girl scrunched her nose as if trying to remember something before replying "Na-talll-ie?" she sounded out. "Natalie?"
"What are you doing here?"
"I don't know."
"Do you remember anything?"
Natalie shook her head. Then reached over a picked a note off the door and gave it to her. Storm's eyes widened as she read over the note, then reached out her hand to Natalie and guided her inside.
She lead her to the kitchen and found Logan, who was up against the wall drinking. He stopped as he noticed her but stood silent.
She held out Natalie. "Delivery, Logan"
He stared at her for a moment before he replied "You are serious are you?"