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"He's waking up! Kurt? Kurt can you hear us?" Kurt opened his eyes to nothing but fuzzy colors and odd shapes. He tried to move, but he could feel everyone around him now. He tried to sit up, but he felt drained of energy.

"Don't move, Kurt." Scott said, letting Kurt lean against his arm. Scott smiled gently at him. The others were surrounding the table he had been resting on. However, Kurt's world was still spinning. He sat up again, and began slurring. Scott let go, wondering if Kurt wasn't just flat out drunk.

"No! I've gotta...gotta...and...Storm? Ve gotta find Storm!" Kurt said, turning himself. "Okay Anya fly avay!" Kurt waved his arms around in circles. " I found her! Did you find her?" Kurt turned and asked Jean, who stumbled backwards. Kurt jumped up, and then slumped back onto the ground.

Scott began to snicker until Jean turned around and slugged him. Jean finally just pushed the rest of the X-men out of the danger room, except for Scott, the professor, and herself. Scott had pushed Kurt back into the examining table.

"Kurt is under extreme exhaustion, " Xavier said, still siding with his laughing. "He let a lot of his energy loose, and he's never been this worn out. It is like he is under anesthesia. And Jean's right, we shouldn't laugh at him. Very rarely is any mutant under that amount of stress."

Holding his head, Kurt sat up, and began recalling what had happened. "Where is Storm?" he finally blurted out, every muscle in him screaming in pain.

"She is still resting, and she hasn't woken up since you brought her back. We're all very proud of you, Kurt. You found her, and brought her back. She may not be here if you hadn't found her." Professor said, amiringly.

"Absolutely, we barely had time to step outside when there you were lying on the doorstep with Storm." Jean said, and he noticed both her and Scott were suited up in their X-men uniforms.

"What about Anya?" Kurt asked wonderingly. Jean looked oddly at the professor, then at Scott, and back to Kurt.

"Anya, Kurt? Who's Anya?" Scott asked, his eyes searching Kurt for an answer.

"She helped me. She was with me, she helped find Storm. She was with us when we got back. She was..." Kurt stopped and closed his eyes. Thier was an awkward silence that followed.

"Kurt-" Xavier said, wheeling his chair in front of him. "The only ones we found outside were you and Storm." Suddenly Kurt's head cleared completely.

"Then where's Anya?" Kurt practicly shouted. Xavier raised his eyebrows.

"You need to rest up, Kurt. Just lay still, sleep away today if you'd like. Just relax. I've got to see to the other students." The professor motioned for Jean and Scott to follow him out, and pulled the Danger room doors after him.

But Kurt knew what was happening now; he knew he had heard the door being locked, and he knew the professor thought he was nuts; completely and utterly insane. But what had happened to Anya? She had been right there. What if something had happened to her? Kurt decided he had to find out. But he was locked in the danger room. How could he ever get out?