Disclaimer: I don't own Wolverine and the X-Men. I also can't take credit for the italicized text in the beginning. Credit for that is given to Joss Whedon and John Cassaday. For the record, I don't hate Emma Frost. That's merely Kitty's opinion on her, not mine.
Stability
Nothing has changed.
The place was destroyed and now it looks like nothing happened. No time has passed. Of course Logan and Warren would have it rebuilt this way. Give everyone a sense of stability, continuity.
I'm a kid again, out of my depth. Completely overwhelmed by everything here and it isn't Magneto or Sinister that surround me. It's the smaller pieces, shards, of me.
Nothing has changed. Not even me.
I was home.
Not in Deerfield – Lord knows I can't go back there, not after those thugs graffitied our house.
Not on Genosha – Magneto would never trust an X-Man to be on his island.
Not in Long Island, with Bobby – His parents would take one look at me, and within an hour, I'd be gone.
They say home is where the heart is. That rang true for this kind of situation. I was back in Westchester where I belonged.
With Bobby, the first person I befriended when I came to Xavier's.
However, things had changed. The Professor and Jean were MIA; Scott was sinking further into a downward spiral, and that presumptuous bitch Emma Frost had bought her way onto the team by using Cerebro to find the Professor.
After all we'd been through, one thing hadn't changed. Me.