Magneto sat in the cage. The plastic cage. For the millionth time he wished that he had thought more about the other people in the mansion and not just of the professor, as if he was the only danger. And for the millionth time, he wished he could find a way out of his plastic prison. His long two years had hatched him another plan to take over the government. Turning the world's powers into mutants hadn't worked. Now he'd have to take a more drastic action.

That could be arranged. Said a voice in his head. It was much stronger then Charles' had ever been. He looked through the plastic wall of his cage. Across the blackness around his cell, Magneto could see nothing. Knowing the strong telepath could hear him, he said,

"Who are you?"

You may simply call me Enigma. I am here to help you.

"Why?"

1 You are the person who tried to turn the government into mutants?

The memory was painful, but only because of his underestimating Wolverine and the little girl, Rogue. "Yes."

I, too, believe that there is a war coming. I have my own plan to stop it. But I need your power to help. And your mind. I need the X-men out of the way.

"Who -are- you? How do you know about me?" The government had kept the whole secret bottled up.

I was one of the police that you almost shot the night when you took the girl from the train station. It was then that I realized you were the perfect person to help me. And I stepped back and let you try your plan. However, it went horribly wrong, and they took you somewhere where I couldn't find you. But here you are.

Eric Lensherr stood up. "Then let me out, and I will help you." The door opened slowly.

Diane woke up with a start. What.she'd been having the strangest dream.a person she knew.and a person she didn't.talking.she couldn't remember. Ach. She thought grumpily. I hate dreams like that. Dream.or was it a dream? The voice of the one she knew haunted her. But she shook it off and got up, picking up Bottlebrush who was twining around her legs. "You're a baby, BB, but I gotta leave you here. Can't have you wandering all around the mansion." But the kitten dug her claws into Diane's shoulder and hung on. Finally the mutant sighed and gave up, letting the cat drape herself around her shoulders like a scarf. "You'd better hope none of the teachers have an objection to you." She told her little hanger-on.

She wandered out of her room to find the mansion in a state of panic. Diane stopped everyone she knew, but no one would tell her what was wrong. She finally tackled Alex as he ran full speed down the hall, slamming into his stomach and knocking him over. She fought, clenching her teeth, her body's response to being on top of him.

He, of course, wasn't ready for it, and his eyes slid out of focus from the smash of feeling. The dreamy look on his face made her shudder, and his skin against hers made her feel like her whole body had caught fire. She struggled against the effect, pulling on the sense of urgency, though she could hardly remember why she'd been worried. NO! Her mind screamed. There's something wrong! My friends will be hurt! This gave her the strength to fight the invisible tug to Alex. She slapped him. He blinked, and she rolled off him.

"Now." She growled, wishing that her voice wasn't so damn husky. "Tell me what the hell happened."

"Ouch.did you have to be so damn rough?" She wanted to slash his face with her nails. He was still out of focus, and was staring at her fixedly. As if she were a telepath, she could tell what he was thinking. Her cheeks went faintly red at the idea, and she slapped him again.

"Yes." She snarled. "Tell me."

"Magneto escaped."

"Who's -" She started, but he cut her off.

"The evil mutant who tried to make everyone at the UN summit." She nodded heard about that. She had an eerie flash from her dream.

"How?"

"Some telepath." She stared at him with wide eyes, another strange flash crossed her mind.

"Diane? You know something, don't you?" She shook her head. She wouldn't give them information from her dream. It probably wasn't even real. It was just her imagination.

He watched her with concern now. "Diane?" He said softly, putting an arm around her, which didn't help, as her head suddenly spun from the contact. He seemed to realize that at the same moment she did, and removed his arm, though he kept eyeing her with suspicion.

"You can go back to what you were doing." She said in whisper. He nodded, but grabbed her hand and made her run with him.

"Professor?" Alex gasped. "Diane." He stopped, and couldn't finish. He had no air left. Diane noticed that the rest of the official X-men were there.

"What?" Asked Scott sharply. He seemed to be in charge. He did not look particularly pleased to see his brother or her.

"She knows something." The professor said instantly.

"No I don't." Diane protested, getting some of her normal pluck back. "Alex just seemed to think."

"You do." The professor. He glided smoothly over to her. "I want to check your memory. If you'll let me." His tone, however, told her that he'd better let him, or she'd really catch it. She happened to notice that she'd been carrying BB the whole time. She realized how stupid she must look, clinging to the cat like it was something that could help her. She suddenly didn't care what she looked like. She nodded slowly.

The professor put his hands on either of side of her head. She could -feel- the memory surface, the strange voice that she somehow knew echoing oddly. Somehow, now that she could almost feel the recess memories, the voice, the calm voice, perfectly in control, was connecting to her age deep, farther back than she could remember hatred of telepaths.

Suddenly she was back in the room with all the X-men, feeling very small. The professor nodded. "That told me what we already know." But he was watching her oddly. "It is a very strong telepath that let him out. One that agrees with his theory of the war. The information about being a cop." He stopped, then apologized. "Sorry. He was one of the police that Magneto had a gun trained on when he took Rogue. Probably was hoping to work on mutant oppression from the inside, with his mental power."

Scott nodded. "I still don't see how that helps us find where they are now."

"They are probably in Magneto's old base, but I do not know where it is. I have tried using Cerebro, but, as it never found Enigma before, it still does not trace him, and Magneto has added Jean, and every other telepath in this mansion to his chip. No one can detect him. He is getting better at it."

Diane sighed, then muttered, "That's what comes of using your telepathic power too much." She heard Alex chuckle.

"Diane." The professor turned to look at her. "I will ask you to tell the rest of the new mutants about the new mansion restriction that I am putting on everyone until I find out what Magneto wants. We didn't get the right person last time, and I don't want the mistake to happen again."

Diane sighed, wondering why she always had to be the bearer of bad news. They wouldn't like being restricted. But she nodded. She left slowly, wishing there was something else she could do.

She ran into Bruce in the hall. He seemed happily oblivious to anything going on. "Restriction." She said softly, touching his arm. "All of us are restricted to the mansion."

"Why?" He asked, sounding anguished.

"Magneto escaped." Bruce seemed to know about the super-mutant. He nodded, though he didn't look any happier at the news. "Tell everyone you meet, would you?"

News spread like fire through the new mutants. None were happy. Some were scared. But most people were curious as to why the Professor seemed to think that the X-men were in danger. Diane was the only person that knew about her dream.