"There are six Kingdoms of all living things: Plants, Animals, Fungi, Protista, Eubacteria, and Archaebacteria." The tall, blue-furred man was facing the chalkboard frantically scribbling the title of each Kingdom while the students in the class took notes. "Who can tell me the difference between Eubacteria and Archaebacteria?" He turned to face the class and caught brief sight of the redheaded woman sitting near the back of the room. He smiled kindly and took to looking for a hand. "Yes, Amara," Hank said pointing to a girl with long blonde hair and green eyes.

"Eubacteria are bacteria with a membrane-enclosed nucleus and Archaebacteria are bacteria with no membrane-enclosed nucleus." She answered.

"Wonderful, someone has been doing their reading." Hank briefly checked his watch and grinned. "Alright, that's all for today class. We'll be studying the Plant Kingdom on Monday so be sure to read chapter thirteen by then. Dismissed." The class shuffled out of the room talking animatedly. Rebecca stood and walked toward Hank with a smile.

"Class on a Saturday? You're cruel," she teased. Hank chuckled and began erasing the board.

"I offer review classes on the weekends for those students who feel they need a further explanation on my teaching lessons. It's a good way to keep students involved and an even better way to show them I do want them to pass Biology." Rebecca smiled and sat on the edge of a desk. "Now, was there something you needed my dear?" Hank asked once he had finished.

"Yes actually," Rebecca answered pulling a thick book out of her bag and opening it to where she had placed a bookmark. "I was reading up on the psyche and consciousness when I came across a passage in this book I didn't quite understand. Storm told me you've worked alongside the Professor when analyzing the mutant and human brain activity, so I was hoping you could help me with this."

"I'm not sure how much of an expert I am, but I suppose there's no harm in trying. Read me the passage and I'll see what I can make of it." Hanks placed his reading glasses on and folded his hands.

"'INSTINCTIVE MAN If we traced man's history back into the dim past we should come to a place where he did not consciously know himself. We should come to a place where Instinctive Man alone existed; for the self-conscious man had not yet evolved. Nothing can be more apparent than that man, as he now appears, is the result of growth and enfoldment. But in order to unfold, he had to have something from which to unfold, and since he is intelligent, he must have unfolded from an intelligent cause. We note, that from the day when Instinctive Life brought man to the point of self-choice, it let him alone, and from that day Instinctive Life has waited on man's enfoldment. It is true that during all this time it has carried on the automatic functions of the body and has even silently told man what to do; but it has let him alone in all other ways. It may, and must, hold man as a perfect being, but it also must let him discover this fact for himself.' Is this saying that our subconscious knows exactly what are life is to be and we are just discovering it?"

"My dear, to try and understand a subconscious mind is like trying to understand the mysteries of the universe. I have many theories as to what we do and do not know from the time of birth, but one thing I am positive on is that our subconscious mind is far wiser and knowledgeable than we could ever comprehend."

"Is it possible for one person to tap into that infinite wisdom and become all-knowing? Is life meant to be understood?"

"Our bodies were designed to acquire knowledge and to learn it like you would a craft or an art. For a human to simply 'tap-into' that infinite knowledge, that we all posses, would be impossible. However," he said slowly removing his glasses, "for a mutant…anything is possible."

Rebecca sat on the long wooden dock with her feet dangling in the water and a familiar leather bound folder with several worn pages in it lay on her lap. She held a quill in her hand as she scratched words onto the paper.

I never thought so much was possible. Legends and Fables tell of those who sought infinite wisdom and strived to hold the stars in their hands. All my life I thought them to simply be romantic tales and stories, never in my dreams had I thought it possible. But it is…or very likely could be. Is it my path to discover these things? Or am I just seeking, striving, hoping? If I accomplish nothing else in my life, at least I can say I lived a quest to discover a Legend.

Rebecca stopped writing when she heard footsteps coming down the dock. She shut her eyes tightly. "Stop!" she yelled. "Don't speak, don't move, don't breath!" she ordered. The footsteps stopped and she focused on the being. "Logan?" she asked.

"How did you know?" he asked approaching her. Rebecca smiled and set the book on the dock next to her.

"I'm trying to see if I have any telekinesis." She answered truthfully.

"Ya, how's that going for ya so far?" he asked as if he didn't care, but Rebecca knew better.

"I was right wasn't I?" Logan shrugged and sat next to her. "So, what are you doing out here?" she asked casually.

"I was about to ask you that?" Rebecca shrugged and looked back out at the water.

"I made a promise to a friend I wouldn't spend all my time in the library anymore, so I guess I've retreated to the lake for my solitude." She chuckled. "How about you?"

"Went for a walk and my feet led me here." Rebecca felt his falsehood and she raised an eyebrow at him. "Alright," he said seeing he was caught. "Went for a walk and my nose led me here." Rebecca started laughing, but quickly stopped herself.

"Sorry," she said and let out a small laugh. "Do you mind if I ask how your nose led you here?" Logan sighed and scratched the back of his neck.

"Part of my mutation I suppose," he said. "The Professor can sense people, and I can smell them. Like a wolf would track another animal." Rebecca tried not to laugh at how awkwardly he shifted back and forth trying not to make a fool of himself.

"So you smelled me?" she asked and Logan nodded. "Really, and what do I smell like?" she asked vexingly. Logan chuckled and smiled slightly.

"Like…roses and strawberries." He said softly. Rebecca smiled and wondered if she should say thank you or not. "Better than fur-ball anyway," Logan said trying to ease the tension. "Smells like old books and flea-killer." Rebecca laughed and Logan smiled at the silliness of the conversation. "What's this?" Logan asked picking up the leather book. Rebecca smiled with slight remorse.

"Letters," she answered. Logan raised an eyebrow that silently asked 'to whom?' "Letters to myself, mostly. I started the book by writing to my family after they died, but after awhile I noticed that they were more for my own benefit. I guess it was my way of keeping my sanity after all those years." Logan flipped through the pages, not really reading them and invading her privacy, but looking at the aged and worn pages.

"There are a lot here." He commented offhandedly.

"Three hundred twenty-one to be exact." Rebecca said keeping her gaze on her feet underneath the crystal water. "One for every week since my family was killed."

"Sounds like you're not moving on to me," Logan stated handing her the book back. Rebecca was slightly offended by his comment.

"What would you know about it?" she snapped. Logan knew she wouldn't like what he was going to say, but maybe she needed to hear it.

"You're the one who takes the weight of the world on your shoulders, but did you ever take the time to deal with your own issues?" he asked as gently as he could muster.

"I don't have issues Logan, my family was killed in front of my eyes, am I just supposed to forget about that?"

"No, but you can still move on without forgetting. It's how we deal with death, otherwise we end up sitting in libraries, lakesides, or cottages all alone trying to hide from the world." Tears stung at the corners of Rebecca's eyes. His words stung, but the worst part was that he was right. Only Rebecca was too prideful to admit that.

"You act like you know so much about me," she yelled standing up. "You don't know anything about my life Logan. Do me a favor and leave me the hell alone!" Logan stood too and the coldness in and pain in his eyes nearly made her burst into tears. She would have too, if it weren't for her pride.

"Is that really what you want? To be alone for the rest of your life and wallow in your misery?" Rebecca looked away from him with pursed lips and folded arms. "Let me know when you grow up." He said brusquely and walked swiftly past her. As soon as he was out of sight and earshot, Rebecca screamed and picked up the nearest rock. She vaguely saw it glowing a deep purple before she threw it into the water. She grabbed her book and stormed away. What she didn't notice was the surface of the water change from smooth and clean, to rough and disturbed with the bodies of hundreds of dead fish.