Mystique sat at her desk one glorious summer afternoon, tears in her eyes, and took up a pen and some paper.
Dearest Jean Luc,
As you recall a few years ago when I helped you with that certain task you told me that someday if I ever needed a favor you'd be there for me. Well, it seems that time has come.
Mystique looked up from writing her letter and looked out window where she could hear her sweet Marie's laughter. She was attempting to balance herself with a basketball, a typical comic Marie thing.
Her Marie had grown into such an intelligent beautiful serene girl with a will of her own and a genuine innocence about her. Mystic smiled and let a tear fall, it would be a shame that she was going to miss out on her daughters seventeenth year.
I have gotten involved with someone very dangerous and things are no longer safe her for my daughter and my mother. I write to you begging to take them into your home and shelter them. I cannot trust anyone else Jean Luc, if I send them away with someone who has anything to do with the Brotherhood they will be found and killed. As you know I am not an emotional women but if my Marie were to die my heart would be crushed and I don't know if I could continue on in this world. All I am asking is that you take them in for about a year or so and keep them as safe as you can. Don't worry about Marie, I have been training her for several years so she can take care of herself, but it would be good for her to learn a few tricks of the trades. Please reply to me as soon as possible Jean Luc, I haven't much time.
Your friend, Mystique