".Viam Fadius" He felt like he was shrinking. He was feeling more and more timid every second. He didn't wasn't to be classified as a dummy or anything. Viam noticed Jubilee among the crowd. "Sounds a lot like the name of a super villain." She said jokingly "Viam Fadius." She added a funny fake accent to the name. She quickly looked over at Charles Xavier. "Oh, sorry professor." Viam gave a quick smile, knowing Xavier had most likely sent her a telepathic message of some sort. Xavier had stuck up for him. Thanks, he thought. There was one major question nagging Viam's mind. "What happened to the others from X-Counter? Did any of them survive?" Viam waited trying his hardest to hide his fear and guilt. Xavier took deep breath before he even tried to answer Viam's very emotional question. "Well Viam.we didn't see anyone escaping. But we did notice some activity just west of where your old camp was located." Xavier waited in worry to see how Viam would respond to the news. Viam hung his head low in sadness. His hopes that Siphon still might be alive were crushed by the words of an old bald man in a wheel chair. He wished silently to himself that she could be beside him now. Holding his hand, talking about the good ol' times. He shut his eyes trying his hardest to subdue the emotions. Xavier, trying to change the subject, drove around his desk so that he was now in front of its perfect woodwork. "Ah, so you think my desk is impressive Viam. A student made it for me. Quite good work actually. Now, I think it would suit you better to get in some proper cloths. I trust you can provide your own transportation?" Viam thought for a second. He had no idea where he was. Xavier was listening in on Viam's thoughts the whole time. "Ok, I'll get one of the kids in the school to drive you. I'm sure some of them would be more than pleased to." Vaim was very grateful. "Wow, thanks. Just one thing, I have no money." Xavier smiled again. "You can borrow the money from the person driving you." Viam wondered if it would be all right with the driver. He would repay whomever it was that drove him that wasn't a problem. He'd just have to find out. "Ok, who's driving me?" Viam looked around the room of people. Xavier went back behind his desk. He straightened his back and said. "Your driver is at his car right now. It's the bright yellow car. You're all dismissed." Viam listened to the annoyed grumbling of the people as they left the room. Viam tapped a large blue, furry man who was walking in front of him on the shoulder. "Uh, sorry. But where can I find the parking lot?" Viam was intimidated by the large blue mans harry form. The blue, almost "monkyish" person replied politely, "I believe I haven't introduced myself. I'm Beast. Pleasure to meet you. It's quiet simple really. Descend down the flight of stairs directly behind you and divert left. Proceed down the corridor to the large double hinged door. And voila! Your there." Beast smiled before turning around before following the rest of his comrades down the hall. Viam thought the Beast acted too intelligent. It was irritating and confusing listening to him. Viam found the stairs and "descended" down the stairs. He then "diverted" left and "proceeded" down the hall. Finding the door easily. His eyes scanned the many cars, searching for the yellow one. He spotted it, and his driver. A teenage boy who looked rather impatient was tapping his hand on the roof of his car. The boy spotted Viam and shouted loudly, "Hey buddy, hurry it up!" his voice echoed of the walls and ceiling. Viam quickened his step so as not to make the driver too upset. "Ok, where to?" The boy talked quickly. Viam thought for a while. He didn't know where he was so it seemed logical to go to a mall, where he was sure to find what he wanted. "Oh, take me to a mall, will you?" The boy made a strange expression on his face while getting into his car. "Ok mister, hope in." Viam went in the opposite door. When he had fastened his seat belt he looked around the leather interior. The kid tried to start conversation while he drove out of the large cement parking lot. "My names Frakny, and you are?" Viam was surprised at how fancy the car was and was slow to respond. "Oh, um, I'm Viam." He bit his lip while he tried to think of a proper way to ask to borrow money. A small plastic card fell onto his lap. "What's this?" Franky didn't take his eyes off the road while responding "It's a credit card. The bill will get sent to me. I can then keep records of what you owe me." Franky made a sharp left onto a residential street. Viam nodded in approval. "Gee thanks. So, what's your thing? I mean, what can you do?" Viam quickly realized he was being rude asking so up front. Franky raised his eyebrows. "Well, guess you could say I'm a living battery. Sort of." Franky smacked his chest with an open palmed hand, keeping the other firmly on the steering wheel. "I never run out of energy. Never need to sleep, eat or rest. Buy hey! Food tastes good so I eat anyway." Franky pulled into the mall parking lot after about a 15-minute drive. "Here we are." Franky got out of the car that was now nicely parked right beside the entrance. Franky and Viam talked the whole time while Viam picked out the clothes he liked. The two of them got back to the mansion later that afternoon. Viam was glad he had gotten a chance to find decent clothing, he carried the large plastic bags jammed full of stuff up to the room where he had woken up. He got lost a few times while searching for it and eventually had to ask directions. He settled back down into his bedroom, putting all his new clothes away neatly.