Viam was extremly mad about the way Xavier went behind his back and told everyone about his past. It wasn't his fault he kept repeating to himself. Since he had awoken in the Xavier mansion he had tried his best to forget about what had happened at the X-Counter base. He walked mindlessly, absorbed in his thoughts. "It's not my fault." "What's not your fault?" it was Franky. Viam was embarressed at being cought vocalizing his thoughts aloud. "Oh," he slouched backwards. "I didn't realize you where there." "Well jeesh. That's not a nice thing to say to a friend." Franky replied jokingly. Viam was surprised that Franky actually considered him a friend. It was nice to know some one wasn't in the world wide plot to destroy him. "I'll get that money to you eventually." "Nah. Aint a problem, take your time. So, I was wondering what you're doing way out here in the front yard." It wasn't a question just a statement that expected an answer. Viam paused for a moment, trying to think up an apropriat lie to make up since the truth was a long story and Viam didn't want to explain it again. "I was going for a walk." He cursed himself for his stupidity. It was plainly obvius he was going for a walk. He was wearing sandles a T- shirt and jeans. Plus the fact it was raining and no sensible person walked in the rain without an umbrella. Franky smiled to himself and looked up towards the dark rain clouds. "Sure Viam, theres nothing more peacefull than a walk by yourself in the rain," Franky looked down at Viam's beat up pair of sandles. "expecialy while wearing sandles. Like the feel of the mudd or sumthing?" Viam didn't have a response so he tried to avoid the comical remarks. "Something like that." The two continued to walk further and further from the Mansion while chatting about favorite TV shows and delicius candy bars. The mansion was almost out of sight and they were both soaking wet when their conversation was interupted by the sound of a twig snapping. The two had found a gravel path they had fallowed during their conversation and were quit sure there wasn't anyone else in the area. Or at least no one they could see. "What was that?" Viam asked. He was fairly sure Franky didn't know but he asked anyway. "Not a clue." Viam and Franky scanned the area with their eyes searching for a clue of what was there. Viam realised how dumb this seamed. "It was probrobly a squirrel." Viam said and turned back to walk back to the mansion. Franky tapped Viam on the shoulder. "Sure if you say so, but that doesn't look like a squirrel to me. Looks more foxy to me." Viam turned around to see a woman. He wasn't sure of her age but she stood in a shaded corner, lop sided with one hand on her waist, the other raised eye level with fingers spread apart. The wind blew gently ruffling her hair and the leaves, letting the sun peak through and exposing the identity of the woman. Viam recognised her imidiatly.