[Location: Xavier's Institute For Gifted Youngsters - Westchester County, New York - 6:00 AM]

The firstlight was so cold that it numbed. The strong wind rushed in from the opened glass sliding-doors in the living-room. The mansion was so clammed-up you couldn't even hear a pin drop - even the wind made no sound. The drizzle sprinkled and every raindrop that hit the roof was barely above a whisper.

Back to the front room, on the comfortable modern-couch, sat a teenage-girl. Her long, brunette hair was pulled back into a low-ponytail with a few strands of hair dangling beside her right cheek. She was wearing a long-sleeve gray shirt and light-brown shorts with a black mug of coffee in her palm. She sipped the hot drink before looking down at her watch. It was 6 in the morning and she wondered why she couldn't sleep. Her mind was too full of thoughts and her eyes were fresh. She sighed, looking down at her legs.

Maybe - just maybe - she knew why.