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The following morning, Professor Xavier woke up holding his head in pain, images of agony and suffering echoing in his mind. Knowing that Jean was alive and well should have put him into a good place, it should have made him feel that everything was going to be okay now.

Maybe it was the signing of the Mutant Registration Act that caused the nightmare. While he didn't want any of students to know, he was worried about it. He was worried about what would happen to the mutants the government considered 'dangerous' since it was never really explained.

Getting into his wheelchair, Xavier went down to the infirmary to see Jean. When he got to the entrance he was happy to see her sitting up in bed, eating for the first time since she was brought back.

She looked up and smiled when she saw him.

"Jean," he smiled.

"Professor."

"How are you feeling my dear?"

"I'm feeling a lot better. I think I can leave the infirmary today."

"That's good."

Xavier wheeled over closer to the bed.

"Jean...I wanted to ask you, what do you remember? At the lake?"

"You mean, after I stopped holding back the water?"

"Yes."

Jean looked down for a moment.

"After I let go…all I could see was darkness. It was like I was asleep and awake at the same time. And I felt warm. Then I was flying…"

She shook her head.

"I know that sounds crazy but it's true. Then I saw this bright light. And now I'm here."

"Anything else?" Xavier asked.

"No." Jean responded, her voice sounded a little frustrated.

"That's alright Jean," he assured. "What matters is that you're here, and that you're safe."

Back in the control room, Cyclops was finishing showing Beast all the proper buttons and levers, and telling him what each one did.

"I have to tell you old buddy," Hank began. "I think you really outdid yourself this time."

"You sure you don't want to train with us?" Cyclops asked.

"Oh no. I don't think these old bones could handle something like this."

"Alright."

Cyclops headed out of the control room and walked straight into the training dome. He looked around and saw Logan, Storm, Nightcrawler, Iceman, and Rogue all in the uniforms, all getting themselves ready. He decided to do some stretching himself when someone spoke to him.

"Professor Summers?"

Cyclops looked over to see Rogue standing beside him. He smiled a little.

"You can call me Scott."

"Well, I was just thinking...is there really any reason for me to be here?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean…what good can I do? With the kind of powers that I have…" she trailed off after she said that and Cyclops frowned.

"Rogue, believe me. You can do much more than you think."

"Alright ladies and gentleman," came Hank's voice from the control room. "Are we ready?"

"As we'll ever be." Storm responded.

"Alright. Here we go."

Hank pushed a button and one of the doors lifted up. Out came several robots about six feet tall stomping towards them.

SNIKT!

Wolverine didn't even wait as he came forward and hit one of the robots with a flying tackle any pro football player would have been proud of. He drove his shoulder into its midsection and smashed him into the back wall. He then reached back and drove his claws into the robot's head.

Cyclops focused on the second robot and nailed it with an optic blast that sent it flying backwards and crashing into the wall. He looked over to see the third robot making it's way towards Iceman and Rogue and neither one of them were doing anything.

They weren't in any danger because the robot that Forge designed couldn't harm them, but if it were an enemy the team encountered on a mission, the two of them would have been in big trouble by now.

"Bobby, do something!" He yelled.

Iceman looked over when he heard the leader of the team yell. Swallowing nervously, he extended his arms and unleashed a wave of frost, freezing the robot's feet to the floor, stopping him from moving. He then froze the robot's hands.

Storm's eyes rolled back into her head and she focused and struck the immobilized robot with a bolt of lightning from her hands, finishing it off.

From inside, Hank pushed another button and lasers began firing from the roof of the room. He made the lasers focus on Nightcrawler who began teleporting rapidly to avoid them. He jumped off the floor, used his feet to springboard off the wall, performed a mid air somersault and then landed on his feet.

Lasers then began to go after Rogue, who was doing a good job of dodging them until she slipped but before she could be struck, Nightcrawler teleported her safely out of the way.

After Hank pressed the gas button, a fire was started inside the Danger Room which Cyclops ordered Iceman to put out.

Meanwhile, a barrage of small missiles caused Wolverine to roll out of the way, almost putting him in a collision with Storm. With so many things happening in a small space, the near misses were happening frequently. He kept going until he was caught in a mesh net.

"What the hell?" Wolverine yelled, trying to cut himself out but his arms were too tied up.

Cyclops and Storm saw him and began firing at the net until the room started to shake rapidly and so did inside of the control room. Everyone looked at each other as the struggled to remain on their feet. Hank shut everything off but the rumbling continued.

"What is that?" Hank asked himself while looking around.

"What's going on?" Rogue asked.

No on responded as several smalls cracks began to form on the floor of the Danger Room.

When the shaking and rumbling finally stopped, the team looked around and down at the cracks on the floor in confusion, trying to figure out what had just happened.

"Was that an earthquake?" Bobby asked.

"We don't get earthquakes in Manhattan, Bobby." Rogue responded.

"I know, but maybe some mutant nearby...could be possible."

Scott then realized something.

"Hank, open the doors." He instructed.

There was the sound of a buzz as the two solid doors opened up and Scott headed out of the Danger Room and made his way down to the infirmary. But when he walked through the entrance he saw that Jean was not here.

"Jean," Scott said to himself before spinning around and running back down the hall.

"Scott, what is it?" Ororo asked when she saw him coming back down.

"Jean's not in the infirmary," he responded, not evening bothering to stop as he headed to the elevator. Taking it up to the third floor of the mansion, he headed to his bedroom to take off his visor and put his sunglasses back on. But when he reached his room and pulled the door open he was shocked to see Jean standing by the bed, wearing a bathroom, looking like she had just come from the shower.

"Jean, what are you doing here?"

She smiled a little.

"This is my bedroom."

"I know, but...aren't you suppose to stay in the infirmary?"

"Yeah, but when I woke up this afternoon I really felt good."

"But I thought you had a really bad concussion, and some internal injuries?" Scott asked in confusion.

"The Professor examined me again and found nothing." Jean shrugged. "Really Scott, I feel fine."

Scott sighed as he walked further into his room, closing his eyes as he took off his visor and placed his glasses on. He then remembered why he went looking for Jean in the first place.

"Jean, did you hear that rumbling just a minute ago."

She shook her head.

"No."

"You sure? Because before...the lake you were having problems with your telekinesis."

"Well, it wasn't me. And I'd think I'd know if I had did it."

He just decided to drop it as he watched Jean place cream on her hands. Just watching her do her usual routine felt weird for some reason. Such a few short weeks ago he had lost her...and now here she was, standing right in front of him like nothing had happened. The feeling was overwhelming.

"What?" Jean laughed when she realized Scott was staring at her.

"Nothing," he said while shaking his head. "I'm gonna go get something to eat."