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"Flight 176 from Honolulu crashed into the Pacific Ocean on its way to New York today, there are apparently no survivors…"
Scott stared at the T.V. screen in shock. No survivors? But Alex was on that flight! Surely he couldn't be… no, Scott refused to accept it. He had survived somehow, of course he had. This would all turn out fine. Yes, yes it would. Scott didn't realize he was sitting there, just nodding his head in a stupefied manner. Then Jean came in, walked by, then stopped and turned around. "Scott? Are you okay?"
"L-look a-at the T.V."
She did, and saw a continued report of the crash. She screamed. "Oh my God! He isn't, he wasn't… oh shit."
"Yeah. Looks like my little bro' won't be coming for a visit after all. Never again." With that said he got up and headed back to his room, expression unreadable.
Alex Summers was getting freaked out. Alright, if I'm dead, why am I in pain. Dead shouldn't hurt this much. He looked around him. His surroundings were familiar, but not the same as they were supposed to be. I'm in Bayville. How the hell did I end up in Bayville? Anyway, this isn't right. Something's messed up. He looked up and saw the face of Jean Grey, but something was wrong, she looked like a different person in the same skin. "Alex? Alex, wake up! We need you Alex! I do, and so does Scotty! As a matter of fact, all of The Six need you! Alex it's me, Madelyn! Please, just wake up!" This said, she burst into tears.
Alex finally snapped his eyes open. Up above him stood the smoking hulk of a burned out sentinel. He looked at the girl who looked like Jean Grey and decided to figure out what exactly was going on. "what exactly is going on?"
"Alex, don't you remember anything? Me, your son, or your team?"
"Son? How old am I again?"
"Seventeen. How bad is your amnesia?"
"I'm seventeen and I have a son. I'm fighting against sentinels in Bayville, New York. Next you'll tell me that the good professor has gone evil."
"You don't remember that either?"
"Wonderful." Alex realized two things. The first was his primary thought at the time. The same two words were running through his head over and over: I'm screwed…I'm screwed…I'm screwed. Even through this though, he managed to make one rational decision. He had to find out all he could about the place he was in. "Madelyn, my amnesia seems to be pretty severe. Could you give me a crash course in history?"
She thought a second, then decided it was probably a pretty good idea. "I'll reintroduce you to The Six first. Follow me."
Scott stood there at the funeral, emotions warring inside of him, but not peeking through the tough façade he had built. On one hand, they had not found Alex's body at the crash site. He could've survived, could've swum away and gotten to an island. On the other hand, the realist inside of him told him to quit being stupid and accept it. As usual, he took the advice of the realist, and began his eulogy.
"Family. We never realize how precious it is until we've lost it. We, that is Alex and I, lost our parents at a young age. I went to a foster home, and he was adopted so fast I forgot he existed. Then, just a couple of years ago, I found him again. While he did go back to Hawaii, we kept in touch. We even visited each other every so often. This was to be his second visit here. He was as good a brother as one could hope to have, and I will sorely miss him. Goodbye Alex."