The next morning, Professor Xavier rolled himself into the kitchen for breakfast. Due to his late night last night, he was the last one up, which was odd.

"There you are, Charles," grumbled Wolverine, standing with the newspaper next to the coffee pot. "We were about to send someone in after you." Wolverine was the only one that called the professor by his first name, so Xavier calls him Logan, a feat no one else dares.

"Yes, well, Logan, I had a late night last night. Cerebro picked up the trace of two mutants, not even a mile away from here."

"Really? Zat's awesome!" said Kurt, his German accent obvious in his voice. Kurt sat at the table with the other students, Kitty, Evan, Scott, and Jean, but with out his holographic image inducer, looks much different from the rest of the student. He was blue and furry, with only two fingers on each hand. His ears are pointed, and he has a tail, but no one here cares about his looks.

"Are they here now?" Scott asked. Scott was basically the leader of the students. He was tall and strong, with brown hair. No one had seen the color of Scott's eyes since he became a mutant. Every time he opened his eyes, lasers came out of them uncontrollably. The only way Scott can walk with his eyes open is to wear a special pair of ruby-quartz glasses.

"No," the professor said. "It was past mid-night when I discovered them. They probably needed their rest, so I decided to wait until morning."

"Well, then who's going to get them with you?" asked Jean. Xavier wondered if Jean was trying to tap into his mind with her telekinetic abilities. There was no need to if she was. Jean always went to recruit the students. Jean was a very popular girl at school. She was smart, athletic, and a very pretty redhead. Jean was a good choice to bring along. She made the new mutants feel very important, very special. A quality some of Xavier's student's don't have. Evan, for example. People may like Evan; he was good at skate boarding and was goodhearted, but he was not very outgoing. He was a classic teenager, besides being able to shoot bone-spikes from his skin. Not many people are fascinated by the classic teenager.

Xavier pretended to think. "Well, I suppose you all can go-"

"Really professor?" asked Kitty. Kitty was the youngest out of the students, and never got to go anywhere. Kitty reached to the toaster that was sitting on the table and pulled out the toast. She didn't need to pop it out, since Kitty is able to go through solid objects. "Ouch, that's hot!"

"Yes, Kitty. Everyone can come to the meet the new mutants this time," explained the professor. "Now, everyone go and get ready."

The students all ran off toward their rooms, while Storm followed behind. On her way out, Storm looked out the window at the silent rainfall. The next moment, the sum was shining brightly. She looked at Wolverine and the professor. "People are happier when the sun is out," she said in her native African accent as she left the room.

Now it was only Professor Xavier and Wolverine in the room. Wolverine looked at the professor. "You sure you want all the kids to go?" he growled. Wolverine was always talking like that. Grumbling, growling. He wasn't exactly a happy camper, but so would you if you woke up one day with you entire memory gone. All Wolverine knew that he is a mutant and his name is Logan. The only reason why he even knew his name was because it was on the dog tags he was wearing. The professor befriended Wolverine, and now he teaches combat and survival at the school.

"Of course I want all the kids to go, Logan," replied Xavier.

"Remember the last time all the kids went?"

The professor tried not to. When Professor Xavier noticed that a mutant named Rouge was in Mississippi, he suggested that all the kids come. When they got down there, however, Rouge seemed to believe that they were vicious mutant hunters and ran. But the professor was certain that this would not be like last time. "I'm sure, Logan."

Wolverine grunted and left the kitchen to get the X-jet ready. The professor sighed at Wolverine's negativity and called for the kids as he wheeled himself into the front room of the Institute. The kids were down in seconds. They all looked like nice, happy teenagers.

Xavier smiled. "Everyone in the X-jet."

The jet landed in a clearing in the woods not to far from where Cerebro said the children were living. Everyone got out and looked at there surroundings. It looked like nothing has been living here for ages. There was nothing but trees as far as the eye can see, which was not very far since the trees were so compacted together. It looked as though nothing could get in or out of this clearing. "You sure its here, Charles?" asked Wolverine.

"The coordinates were printed straight from Cerebro. The kids should be about twenty yards west from here," Xavier replied.

"Kurt, why don't you go check for us?" Storm asked him.

Kurt nodded, "Alright!" The next second, Kurt was gone, teleported to the professor's directions. And then a second after that, he was back. "Zere is a house zere, but it looks condemned."

Wolverine looked at Professor Xavier and raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe they're not big on up keep?" Evan suggested.

"Scott, can clear us a path?" the professor asked. Scott nodded, raised his glasses, and blasted a path with his laser eyes. Once he was done, Scott put his glasses back down and he and the rest of the students followed their teachers through the woods.

Five minutes later, everyone was in front of the house. Kurt was right; it did look condemned. The grey paint was peeling off the walls where ivy hasn't taken control. The door hinges were rusted, and the window panes were either crooked or gone all together. The wooden front porch looked like it was being consumed termites, and the bushes in front were wildly overgrown. It looked like no one has lived here in years.

Xavier looked at everyone. The students looked ready to explore the house but Wolverine and Storm looked reluctant. Xavier took a deep breath and scanned the house for mutant minds. He detected something, but that something did not mean that it was defiantly mutants. It could possibly be an animal living in the building. The professor said, "I'm not sure what's in there, but we might as well look around, considering we came all this way."

"What are you doing, Charles? Your just getting the kids hopes up for nothing," Wolverine said gruffly.

Professor Xavier didn't respond. He just wheeled himself into the house- and was surprised at what he saw. The dirt that covered walls, floors, and furniture had fresh streaks in the dust. The table had Chinese take-out containers on it next to the dust print of a guitar case. Xavier looked up at Wolverine. I told you so, Professor Xavier said to Wolverine telekineticly. But the professor was also worried. If there were children living here, why were they living here in such a rat hole?

Suddenly, Jean ran up to them. "Professor, you have to see this." Xavier and Wolverine followed her to find the students surrounding the old couch and love seat. When they parted, the teachers could see a boy sleeping on the couch and a girl sleeping on the love seat.

Professor Xavier looked at the two children. "We found them," he said.

"How can you tell they're mutants, Professor?" Kitty asked.

"Look at the boy's arm," was the professor's reply.

Everyone looked at the arm that stuck out from underneath the teenage boy's ratty blanket. It was the arm of a robot.