Rogue walked down Bourbon Street and saw the flickers of memories all around her. There was the table where they'd shared their first bowl of gumbo. She passed an alley and stopped. This was where they had shared their first kiss. Her thoughts flashed back to that night. It had been raining hard and they had stopped in the alley to dry off a bit. She had turned to say something, she never remembered what it was, and his eyes were dimly glowing in the dark. In a moment they were kissing. It didn't last long; Rogue had stopped it to keep her power from kicking in. She sighed sadly. That wouldn't have stopped her now, with Carol Danvers's powers, she didn't have the problem anymore.
Shaking her head she continued down the lane, glancing at familiar haunts, occasionally stopping to relive the memory.

Across town Remy sat in Rosalie's house, his thoughts on the woman he had spoken to earlier this evening. Rogue had looked tired. He had noticed...he thought back to that evening. She was wearing her usual clothes, black on black with the brown leather jacket. He sighed. He had missed her but...
He thought back to the last time he had seen her, at Xavier's mansion. She had been laughing at something he'd said, her eyes lit up like stars. That was before he'd had to come back for a mission of Charles's. What had changed?
He sat back in his chair and remembered a time they had been walking out in the moonlight. He had asked her what her dream was. She'd told him all she wanted was to move back to Louisiana. "I guess she made it..." he said quietly. Rosalie walked up behind him.
"Everything alright Remy?"
"No..." he stood and grabbed his coat, "I'll be back in a bit Rose." and then he left the house and began walking toward Bourbon street.

Rose stood in the empty room and wondered what had sent Remy out into the night so abruptly. She sighed and took a seat in the chair Remy had so recently vacated.