It was two days later when I had just gotten to sleep when I was roused by a knock on my door. I jerked a little, turned over and sat slowly up. Staring at the clock I saw that it was 3:17 in the morning. I couldn't think of why anybody would want me at that time of night.

Turning on my bed stand lamp, I sat there silently, thinking maybe I had dreamed it up, that nobody really knocked on my door, that it had just been a part of my dream I had been starting to have, or just the apartment creaking like all houses seem to do in the middle of the night.

I saw that Jubilee was sleeping peacefully, she had a large comforter wrapped around her, practically swallowing her whole. If I didn't see the slight movement that betrayed her breathing I wouldn't have believed she was there. But she wasn't awake, not that that says much, once Jubilee gets to sleep she can sleep through a lot of things. That might have to do with how she was moved around a lot as a child.

I was just about to lay down again, when I heard the soft rapping on my door once more. I threw my sheet off me, stood up rather slowly while grabbing my gloves and robe and putting them on, then making sure I had socks on to cover my feet I slowly made my way to the door.

I peered out the peek hole, squinting as I did so, sleep and exhaustion drifting out of my slowly when I saw who was there.

Andrew.

I never told him where I lived, heck I never even gave him my home phone number, so seeing him standing there in front of my apartment door was a little jarring.

I debating for a good twenty seconds on whether or not to open the door, but as it usually does my inquisitiveness won me over, forcing my hand to unlock the doors and then to turn the knob.

"What are y'doin' here?" I asked, keeping my voice low, Jubilee asleep on the couch just a couple feet away from where I was standing.

"I had to see you." he looked at me, I still had my hand on the door knob, and was standing partially behind the door.

"How did y'know where I lived? And what can be so important that y'have t'come at this time of night?" I was slightly exasperated, and my tone didn't hide that.

"I found out something, something I think you should know, and something that can't wait." I noticed how he didn't answer my question about how he found out where I was living, but decided not to press it when I heard the urgency in his tone.

"Is it about Scott?" I asked of him, a strange elation seeping into me that made me release my hold on the door and open it a little wider.

"Yes, but I need you to come with me right now."

There was something in his words, an undercurrent of more than just urgency that kept me from shutting the door in his face.

"Why can't y'just tell me what y'found out, why do I have t'come with you?"

He sighed loudly.

"I know you don't trust me, and you have no reason to, but I promise I am not going to hurt you, and that you will be glad that you came with me."

I wasn't afraid that he was going to hurt me, and I wasn't scared of him, and trust really didn't have anything to do with it. But that is more because lately I have been getting a better sense that I can take care of myself, and that I can handle things. If Scott's death did anything for me it pushed me back toward my self reliance and independence. My loner self that believed she didn't need anyone, or at least believed she could make it without anyone if she had to. But enough of that.

"Why now? Why can't it wait?"

"Because it can't." He said firmly.

Well that answer was unacceptable. What was he trying to be.. Mysterious? I had enough mysteries in my life. Enough enigmas.

I stared at his heavy coat, his black boots and the keys he was unconsciously jingling softly in his left hand.

"Are y'tryin' t'lead me into some Friends of Humanity trap?"

Andrew's mouth turned upwards at that.

"If I was, I would think of something more original."

"This really can't wait?"

He shook his head no.

"Let me get dressed." I finally said, very reluctantly, closing the door behind me.

I didn't offer him in, my thoughts racing as I quickly got dressed in some jeans, and a shirt of Jubilee's that she had given to me a while back. I went to the bathroom, threw some cold water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror.

"I wonder what he has found out." I said to myself, finding a frown appearing on my face, that was more grim than anything else.

When I went back to the front room I found Jubilee, standing in front to the door, looking out of it at Andrew.

"Jubilee?"

She spun around, I guess I startled her.

"What is a somewhat good-looking guy doing outside your door at this time of night Rogue?"

But of course being her she didn't even give me time to answer, instead she flung the door open, astounding Andrew and freaking me out.

"Who are you?" Jubilee demanded, putting her hands on her hips, trying to look threatening. Not realizing that the pig pajamas she was wearing, her short black hair pulled back in two ponytails, along with her rumpled state annulled that effect.

"Andrew." He said blandly, looking at me with a question on his face. He obviously didn't expect to find anyone there with me.

Jubilee stood there, her eyes partially shut as she looked him over top to bottom, surveying Andrew as if he was a new found enemy and she had to figure out his weaknesses.

"The Friends of Humanity guy?" She raised her eyebrows, and turned to look at me incredulously. "What is Nazi boy doing here at this time of night?Is there something you haven't told me?"

Andrew said something rather churlish under his breath about Jubilee that luckily she didn't hear. Although she did give him a sharp look. But she had been doing that since her eyes clapped on him.

A short explanation followed, one that didn't satisfy Jubilee but had to do for the time being.

Walking out the door Jubilee grabbed my arm, "You sure you want to do this Rogue?" She was whispering to me, making sure Andrew, who was waiting outside the open door didn't hear. "And why can't I come?"

"Yes I want t'do this, and I'll be fine, go back t'sleep, I'll be back before y'know it."

Her mouth turned southward and she started to pout. Jubilee also looked rather miffed at me for telling her to go back to bed. I guess we both knew she wouldn't.

"I don't like this."

I left her behind with that statement, getting on the elevator and making it down to the lobby, following after Andrew once we left the building.

I had Logan's senses on alert, I could have heard a cricket a mile away or further if I tried hard enough, so I knew nobody was around when we made our way outside.

We made our way to his car. He unlocked the door with his button on his key chain and motioned for me to get inside.

I hesitated. Remembering my last experience with the F.O.H and cars. But what was he going to do? Blow us his car? Still I waited till he got in, scanning his car gently thanks to Magneto, not sensing any extra equipment, at least not anything that resembled a weapon.

And then we drove. Neither of us saying nothing, although Andrew kept looking at me furtively, a mask on his face that hid whatever he was thinking about.

But then I practically strangled my seat belt when I saw him turn into a hospital. Victoria Hospital. The first place I had visited when I had started going places looking for Scott. It had almost made me stop doing it. The nurse and Doctor I had spoken to had been so cold and hostile to me that I almost gave up my frantic quest all together.

And I didn't like how they stared at me either.

Andrew parked the car, and started to get out, but paused when he saw how still I had become, how I wasn't moving to leave the car.

"Is something wrong?" He inquired of me gently, he looked around the parking lot slowly and then his watchful face settled back on me.

"I don't like this place."

I thought back to the Doctor Carmichael who listened to me impatiently as I told him I was looking for a friend, describing Scott painfully as I tried my hardest to finish what I had to say. He exchanged glances with the nurse when I was finished. Studied me for a good minute and then finally answered me.

"I'm sorry young lady, but as Mrs. Lantly said," he gestured toward the nurse standing rigidly beside him, "we do not have anyone like that as a patient here." He dismissed me with his curt words, leaving me with nothing to do but to walk away.

I heard them whispering behind me as I did so thanks to my keen hearing.

"You think she'll come back?"

"If she does our answers won't change."

Of course I remembered both their names since they had been the first persons in Canada who had been so openly rude to me...

Andrew finally convinced me to get out and I found we were going in the back way, not the front like I had done originally. I nearly screeched when we came upon something. Something that left me terrified as a low level of panic found its way through my eyes and into my very body.

It was parked neatly in a space, chained to a pole. With my metal detection I could tell that it had been there about a month or more, the chain having been rained on and snowed on, the sun rusting it somewhat.

It was Scott's Bike. His Harley Davidson V Rod.

"Are you ok?"

I stared at the vehicle. It had seen better days, the chrome had lost it's luster, and was covered dirt and grime. Scott wouldn't have been happy.

I walked up to it, my gloved fingers trailing over the thing until they found their way to the branded X on the side. Jubilee and I used to joke about how the X-men could have their own clothes, vehicle, and electronics line, what with everything around us having an X embroidered, painted or embedded on it.

I wiped off the symbol that was so dirty, bringing out the X in the bike until I could see it more clearly.

"We never found his bike.. I always wondered what happened t'it.. Logan thought someone probably stole it." I don't think I was talking to Andrew, maybe I was saying it more to me, speaking my thoughts out loud.

Andrew didn't ask me who Logan was, although he did lightly put his hand on my shoulder, watching my reaction as he did it slowly.

"There is more to see inside."

He didn't seem happy with that prospect. And I couldn't figure out why. It was probably just more of things they have found of Scotts'. Although why were his things at the hospital? Had they located his body? Surely he wasn't taking me in there for that purpose. They couldn't still have it after all this time. I felt a shiver go down my back.

I followed him into the back of the hospital, the sliding doors opening for us as we walked through. Once again I stopped. Halting in my tracks as another thing took precedence in my eyes, filling them to the brim.

There had been construction going on, I don't know what caused me to look upward but I did and that is what made me pause. There was a huge hole in the wall, the destruction partially fixed, although I couldn't help but think it must have been vast when it first happened, maybe even gone all the way up through the roof. It would be a lie if I wrote that I didn't think of Scott when I saw that. The demolition something that he himself could have cause if, say he had been brought into the emergency room and someone had been foolish enough to open his eyes to check them.

But I put that thought away quickly, no longer hoping as I once had. No longer believing he was alive with each passing day. It was just wishful thinking. And when Andrew found me staring, he said something under his breath about faulty building falling apart and we were once again on our way.

Until we came to a woman who was slowly pacing in front of our path, who when she saw Andrew gave him a smile and a quick hug before turning to me.

"You convinced her to come?" She asked of Andrew while looking me over with alert eyes. I glanced at her also. She didn't look much like her son, bright blue eyes, ash blond hair, not overweight, but not thin.

"Yeah Mom."

She didn't look like a Doctor, but her lack of a any kind of white coat could account for that. Rose smiled softly after she finished her inspection of me, her face lighting up. Right away I knew I liked her.

"Mom this is Rogue."

"I'm Rosaland." His mom said, putting out a hand which I took and shook without too much hesitation on my part. "Most people call me Rose though."

And then she got dreadfully serious.

"I don't suppose my son has told you why you are here?"

I looked at Andrew then back at her.

"He just said it was something about.." I faltered for a second, and swallowed hard. "About Scott."

"Yes, I am sorry we had to disturb you at this time of night, but I have friends that work this shift, which make what we have to do much easier."

So once again we were walking, this time following after Andrew's mom. We stopped shortly at a small desk, a nurse pressing a button after her and Rose exchanged glances. We then joined her on an elevator that opened in back of us.

"Were are we goin'? What is this all about?" I asked the two. It was Rose who answered me.

"We are going to the Psychiatric unit Rogue. Everything will be explained there... At least I hope it will be." She finished cryptically.

I didn't feel like they were trying to pull anything over me, or deceive me, I have had a couple lifetimes of experience in that department so I continued along, although what she had just said daunted me. The Mental Ward? And why might things not be able to be clarified?

Getting off the elevator we passed through some doors, went down a winding hallway and then turned to the left.

A man was waiting for us there. A guard by the look of it. He was sitting in a small metal chair when we came upon him, one that made him look large and rather portly. Once he saw us approaching he quickly got out of it, pushing it back as he did so which made a horrible distracting screeching sound against the tiled floor.

"This her Rose?"

"Yes Darrel."

He looked past us, then behind him. Darrel took some keys off his belt, slightly jerking the gun that was in his holster when he did so.

"I really shouldn't be doing this." he muttered under his breath, not loud enough for Rose and Andrew to hear but I picked it up quite clearly.

He opened the door.

Rose went first. I saw that Andrew was staying behind although the guard came along.

We passed through another reception desk that had nobody there, a small recreational area with a TV hanging from the ceiling. What looked to be living quarters probably for patients. Everything was dark and quiet. I thought we would never get to our destination. But finally, after coming to the end of yet another hallway, we approached a door. With yet another person waiting for us. What looked to be a nurse of some sort.

"This the young lady you were talking about?"

Rose nodded her head slowly.

"How's the patient doing?"

The man snorted.

"No change. Although he finally stopped moving around about an hour ago."

He had a key already in his hand which he used to open the door. I think at that moment I started to see where all of it was leading. All the secrecy, the absence of explanations.

The door was pushed open slowly, the male nurse going in first, putting his head in and then bringing it back out to look at me.

"Are you ready to go in?"

All I could manage at that point was a drawn out nod of the head.

"You guys stay here, we should be fine, shouldn't be long."

And then we both entered the room, the skinny man in front of me blocking my view until I walked to the right.

That was when I saw him.

And once again, my world shifted, throwing and thrashing me around as it laughed at me once more for another twist that it decided to throw my way.

It was Scott.