A/N - Wow! I didn't know if anyone would care for Serena so I'm glad I
went ahead and wrote chapter 9 the way I'd planned. Just about everyone's
been so kind with your reviews and so nice to take the time to review.
I've really appreciated your kind words. I told lilWolvie once that
getting praise from writers that I genuinely enjoy and admire is like food
from the gods! It's the only way to describe it. Reviews from those of
you who don't write X-Men fanfic or write at all are also very much
appreciated. Good reviews always make my day!
So thank you very much, DarkSabertooth, you know I love your wonderful witty stories. Thank you Isis Aurora, you may certainly torture me with your reviews! Thank you, lilWolvie for always being kind to review and for your own stories which I've enjoyed. Thank you, rhapsody81, I'm glad to see you're still reading! Thank you very much, Verena Gruen for taking the time to review so much and I shall try to update more frequently! Wolvster (too lazy to sign in) thank you as well! :D And Skyz, you've been a big help to me with your encouraging words and review---thank you.
Now last but not least, to my anonymous reviewer, freezing thunder, if you should read this chapter know that I appreciate that you took the time to read the entire story before making your decision & reviewing. The summary does clearly state that the story is about Ororo and Logan and/or Storm and Wolverine which gives those who may not care for the couple a chance to say, "Ewww" and move on. Still, your review made me smile and, in fact, it tickled me. Also, let me add my thanks to Duster who reviewed chapter five. Now, for everyone else who may find my story not quite as boring as my anonymous reviewer, AOL was having serious problems accessing FanFiction.net which is why the delay but I hope to have chapter 11 up this week. I hope you enjoy.
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Ever vigilant, Gateway sat upon his rock seeing all yet seeing nothing. Not far from him, as if under his protection, laid Ororo and Logan. Their backs were upon the hot ground, the sun having risen long ago. Their eyes were open but glazed---looking up into the sky unseeing. Thunder rumbled in the distance and dark clouds soon blocked the sun's rays bringing rain yet neither seemed to notice. They remained frozen in place. At dusk the sun sunk slowly and with it the heat of the day seemed to lessen. Still Gateway sat, neither moving nor noticing his surroundings. He sat as if made of unmovable stone much the same as Ororo and Logan. The ground beneath them was still dry as the gentle rain of hours ago had ceased.
Ororo's eyes looked unseeingly into the darkening skies but for a moment it seemed as if her mouth moved. In truth she was struggling to speak or perhaps scream in rage. She was aware and yet not aware as if she were seeing things through a thick fog. Something or someone was keeping her from moving but she was determined to free herself. She felt something heavy on her body and she tried to force her head up to see. Straining at the enormous effort it took her she was surprised to find a hairy arm across her stomach but her head fell back losing the inch she had laboriously gained. She used the momentum to turn her head to the side and thus she was able to see it was Logan next to her. It was his arm covering her then. She wanted to reach out and cover his arm with her own but found her mind drifting away again. All she could do was scream silently in her mind and lightning flashed fiercely in the sky.
Logan had awakened with a start as rain splashed into his eyes. He too had found himself unable to move. Yet, sniffing the air he had known Ororo was close by and he could smell Gateway's scent not far off. He breathed in deeply and Ororo's scent filled his senses. She smelled so naturally fresh and pure it was as soothing as a balm to him. She was safe. No harm had come to her because of him. But he wondered what he meant by that? Why would harm befall her and why would it be because of him? Was it because of him that they were trapped with Gateway unable to speak or move? Sudden realization overwhelmed him and he knew it was Serena who was doing this but just as suddenly he felt a stabbing pain within his mind. He flung his arm over Ororo with a strong effort as if to protect her just before he passed out.
The night wore on and Gateway continued his watch over the two if watch it could be called. Ororo was not sure if she was awake or dreaming. She felt the warmth of Logan's arm and she could see the side of his face there in the dark though her eyesight was blurred. Somehow the mere presence of her friend was calming to her. She found she was not as terrified as she had been upon first awakening and the lightning that had waged for some time began to decrease.
How long she laid there watching Logan she did not know. It seemed as if her blurred vision somehow transferred to her thoughts. She began to see images in her mind that made no sense and she had the distinct impression that someone was trying to dim or erase her memory of something. She did not think the presence was dangerous as both she and Logan were at its mercy and no further harm had been done to them yet why would someone want her memory erased? What had happened? Why could she not remember?
Dawn came slowly bringing with it a quiet peace. The rain had gently faded away and the fierce lightning had subsided. Logan was still upon the ground but he now held Ororo in his arms. As Serena's hold over the two had lessened they had been able to move more each hour and eventually their eyes had closed in sleep. A gentle wind now began to stir and Ororo slowly opened her eyes. She could now see quite clearly although they felt extremely dry. She noticed someone holding her--who? She gently pulled away to see Logan looking at her. He sat up and turned his head from side to side working the kinks out.
"What happened?" Ororo asked as she slowly sat up.
"Don't remember."
"My head and eyes feel as if they are on fire."
"Mine did too when I woke up," Logan said with a glance at Gateway who sat ever still just a few paces away.
Ororo also looked at Gateway. It was obvious that he must know what had happened to them but he did not acknowledge their presence in any way. She felt he never would. Logan looked back at Ororo and saw her trying to stand but she seemed unsteady. He quickly knelt beside her and steadied her. When she looked up and her eyes met his she felt an overwhelming sense of peace. Logan too noticed the peace he felt within himself as he looked into her eyes and he found he could hardly look away.
"Somethin' happened but I can't remember anything," Logan said after a moment as he helped her stand.
"Thank you," she said as she looked up at the sky and smiled at the beauty of the sunrise.
"Somethin' doesn't feel right."
"There is a great sense of peace within me, Logan. As if I have conquered a deathly fear and more---as if I have achieved my deepest desires. There seems to be nothing wrong with me beside a slight headache now."
Logan shook his head and said, "That's a good indication someone's been messin' with our heads, 'Ro. I haven't known peace like this since . . . ." Logan sputtered to a stop. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he'd had peace.
Ororo's hand covered his. "Logan, deep within my heart I feel that there has been no wrong done to us."
"Then why don't we remember anything, huh? Why're we out here? What were we doin', huh? You wanna answer that, darlin'?"
She shook her head & said softly, "It is as if my thoughts were . . . . blurred. The last thing I remember was waiting for you on top of the roof."
Logan laughed dryly. "Well, that sure doesn't sound right. Why would you be on the roof?"
It was Ororo's turn to laugh now. "The better to see you, my dear," she said.
Logan gave an exasperated sigh. None of this made sense to him. Someone was playing with their heads whether Ororo realized it or not. It was never a good thing when people played mind games. He had never liked it when Chuck or Betsy were in his head and he especially didn't like it when Jean had been in his head. He frowned with distaste then looked down at his hand. Ororo was still holding his hand but with her free hand she was absently running her fingers over his with such a light touch it sent a shiver down his spine. He looked up into her clear blue eyes and felt the overwhelming need to kiss her. The sheer urgency of his need scared him and he quickly pulled his hand away from hers. She looked at him but said nothing.
"You feelin' good enough ta walk back?"
She nodded; the dryness and pain had subsided considerably. They started back to the compound in silence, their thoughts worlds apart. Logan was concentrating on trying to remember. He was sure someone was playing games with them and he was determined to find out who it was and why they were doing it. Ororo was smiling peacefully feeling blessedly safe and secure. For once she had not a worry in the world as if all the doubts she'd felt so strongly before had been banished.
The compound seemed deserted which left Logan feeling more ill at ease as Logan walked Ororo to her room. Then just past Ororo's door they found a pile of clothes lying haphazardly on the floor. Ororo walked over and scooped the clothes up into her arms with Logan catching a few stray pieces that fell.
"How truly strange," Ororo murmured. "I think these are Dazzler's clothes but why would she have just left them?"
"Dunno but there seem ta be a lot of strange things goin' on around here. I'm gonna find out where everyone is. Why don't you get some rest?"
"I feel amazingly well rested, Logan. If you will check the lower levels I will check everyone's rooms."
Logan grunted and started to go when Ororo touched his arm and said, "Thank you, Logan."
She smiled at him so serenely it startled him. He pulled his arm away and hurried off without a word. Once he reached his own room he shut the door and leaned against it breathing hard. This just wasn't right. None of it made any sense! By the calendar on his wall they'd lost an entire day and where was everyone? Why hadn't Betsy sent someone out to look for them? Unless someone was still messing with their minds and had gotten hold of Betsy somehow. He'd have to hunt the team down and if he couldn't find what he was looking for he knew the answers lied in Madripoor.
As he searched the compound he kept smelling the same strange scent he'd been smelling ever since the women had come back from their shopping trip at the mall. He had just assumed it was a new fur or wig or two but the scent was too complicated for just that. He'd been preoccupied lately and hadn't given it much thought but now he was sure it wasn't Ororo's new wigs, Dazzler's clothes or Betsy's new hair dye.
Finally he found a note in the computer room from Betsy which gave him some relief but after reading it again he began to have some doubts. Betsy stated that they had had a small crisis but had taken care of it then they'd all gone on holiday---skiing in Vail. He could smell Betsy's scent and the english lavender toilet water she used all over the paper but a ski trip out of the blue seemed a little out of the norm. He resumed his search of the compound but found nothing suspicious. Just when he was reluctantly going to report back to Ororo he heard someone at the front entrance. His claws popped out and he crouched low near the door ready to pounce. Just before the door opened he heard Alison and Betsy laughing.
"That ain't so funny ya'll. Ah've noticed mah clothes've been all out of order too." Rogue muttered.
"Right, but I've sensed nothing unusual so perhaps you simply misplaced your clothes or rather forgot where you put them," Betsy said.
"Ah didn't say ah'd lost any of 'em, ah just think they're out of order!" Rogue snapped and eyed Alison suspiciously.
"Don't look at me, Rogue. All your clothes are green and green is not my color. Not too many people can pull that color off," Alison laughed.
"If ya mean what ah think . . . "
"Hey! Hey!" Logan snapped at the girls who hadn't noticed him. "Cut the squabblin' ya sound like a bunch of girls! Where've you been?"
"Hello! We are girls, Wolverine! Haven't you noticed by now?" Alison covered her mouth and tried not to laugh.
"Where're the guys? An' Maddie?" Logan growled, ignoring Alison altogether.
"Huh?" Rogue asked. "Where've you an' Storm been all this time?"
"We were rather concerned, Wolverine," Betsy said. "Although we're quite used to your absence, Storm doesn't usually leave without word."
"She had somethin' ta take care of," he said and abruptly changed the subject. "I asked ya where're the guys an' Maddie?"
Dazzler rolled her eyes and said, "They stayed in Vail for the snow bunnies."
"Dang it, give Longshot a break why don't ya, Lightengale! He's never skied before, Wolvie so he stayed behind with Alex an' Pete to learn. It's a good thing he's got all that luck 'cause he sure would've broken his neck but good half a dozen times! Too bad y'all couldn't make it 'cause it sure was fun wasn't it, Betts?"
"Brilliant fun!" Betsy cooed.
"Yeh, well, I gotta go," Wolverine said as he had no desire to listen to Rogue and Betsy go on about skiing or put up with Alison's bickering.
"Ororo's back then?" Rogue asked.
"Yeh."
"Logan, may I speak to you in private?" Betsy asked.
"Yeh."
Betsy led Logan into the computer room for privacy then she gritted her teeth in an attempt to bolster her courage.
"Whaddya want?"
"I rather think you've been in a bit of a bad mood lately. Is there anything you'd like to discuss?"
Logan laughed then he looked at Betsy who looked a little unsure of herself and he smiled. "'Preciate the offer, Betts, as a matter of fact there is somethin' I wanna talk to you about."
Betsy looked surprised but pleased. "Is it about Storm?"
"What? Why would I wanna talk to you about Storm?" Logan was irritated. He went on, "I've been smellin' someone or somethin' other than the nine of us here. Have ya noticed anything weird goin' on around here?"
Betsy shook her head but put her hand up to her head, closed her eyes and concentrated on using her telepathy. After a few minutes she shook her head again and said, "I haven't detected anything unusual at all.
"I've been checking the monitors quite frequently but I haven't seen any thing out of the ordinary. Is there something wrong?"
Logan shrugged and said, "Ororo said the food's running out faster 'n it used ta an' we---she just found some clothes lyin' all over the floor in the hall."
"Is that all?"
"Dunno if it's me or what but I keep smellin' somethin', like someone else is here."
"Couldn't it just be the left over residue from the Reavers?"
He shook his head.
"What does Storm think of all this?"
"Haven't told her yet. Been busy."
"Right. Well, I shall certainly keep an eye open but I rather think I would've picked up another presence if someone else was here."
"Yeh. Well, let me know if ya find anythin'."
Betsy was looking at Logan too intently for his liking so he made a hasty retreat. He knew his mind was pretty hard to get into but he was thankful all the same for the training at Xavier's. He dreaded facing Ororo again so he decided to go back to Gateway and see if he could get some answers in Madripoor.
So thank you very much, DarkSabertooth, you know I love your wonderful witty stories. Thank you Isis Aurora, you may certainly torture me with your reviews! Thank you, lilWolvie for always being kind to review and for your own stories which I've enjoyed. Thank you, rhapsody81, I'm glad to see you're still reading! Thank you very much, Verena Gruen for taking the time to review so much and I shall try to update more frequently! Wolvster (too lazy to sign in) thank you as well! :D And Skyz, you've been a big help to me with your encouraging words and review---thank you.
Now last but not least, to my anonymous reviewer, freezing thunder, if you should read this chapter know that I appreciate that you took the time to read the entire story before making your decision & reviewing. The summary does clearly state that the story is about Ororo and Logan and/or Storm and Wolverine which gives those who may not care for the couple a chance to say, "Ewww" and move on. Still, your review made me smile and, in fact, it tickled me. Also, let me add my thanks to Duster who reviewed chapter five. Now, for everyone else who may find my story not quite as boring as my anonymous reviewer, AOL was having serious problems accessing FanFiction.net which is why the delay but I hope to have chapter 11 up this week. I hope you enjoy.
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Ever vigilant, Gateway sat upon his rock seeing all yet seeing nothing. Not far from him, as if under his protection, laid Ororo and Logan. Their backs were upon the hot ground, the sun having risen long ago. Their eyes were open but glazed---looking up into the sky unseeing. Thunder rumbled in the distance and dark clouds soon blocked the sun's rays bringing rain yet neither seemed to notice. They remained frozen in place. At dusk the sun sunk slowly and with it the heat of the day seemed to lessen. Still Gateway sat, neither moving nor noticing his surroundings. He sat as if made of unmovable stone much the same as Ororo and Logan. The ground beneath them was still dry as the gentle rain of hours ago had ceased.
Ororo's eyes looked unseeingly into the darkening skies but for a moment it seemed as if her mouth moved. In truth she was struggling to speak or perhaps scream in rage. She was aware and yet not aware as if she were seeing things through a thick fog. Something or someone was keeping her from moving but she was determined to free herself. She felt something heavy on her body and she tried to force her head up to see. Straining at the enormous effort it took her she was surprised to find a hairy arm across her stomach but her head fell back losing the inch she had laboriously gained. She used the momentum to turn her head to the side and thus she was able to see it was Logan next to her. It was his arm covering her then. She wanted to reach out and cover his arm with her own but found her mind drifting away again. All she could do was scream silently in her mind and lightning flashed fiercely in the sky.
Logan had awakened with a start as rain splashed into his eyes. He too had found himself unable to move. Yet, sniffing the air he had known Ororo was close by and he could smell Gateway's scent not far off. He breathed in deeply and Ororo's scent filled his senses. She smelled so naturally fresh and pure it was as soothing as a balm to him. She was safe. No harm had come to her because of him. But he wondered what he meant by that? Why would harm befall her and why would it be because of him? Was it because of him that they were trapped with Gateway unable to speak or move? Sudden realization overwhelmed him and he knew it was Serena who was doing this but just as suddenly he felt a stabbing pain within his mind. He flung his arm over Ororo with a strong effort as if to protect her just before he passed out.
The night wore on and Gateway continued his watch over the two if watch it could be called. Ororo was not sure if she was awake or dreaming. She felt the warmth of Logan's arm and she could see the side of his face there in the dark though her eyesight was blurred. Somehow the mere presence of her friend was calming to her. She found she was not as terrified as she had been upon first awakening and the lightning that had waged for some time began to decrease.
How long she laid there watching Logan she did not know. It seemed as if her blurred vision somehow transferred to her thoughts. She began to see images in her mind that made no sense and she had the distinct impression that someone was trying to dim or erase her memory of something. She did not think the presence was dangerous as both she and Logan were at its mercy and no further harm had been done to them yet why would someone want her memory erased? What had happened? Why could she not remember?
Dawn came slowly bringing with it a quiet peace. The rain had gently faded away and the fierce lightning had subsided. Logan was still upon the ground but he now held Ororo in his arms. As Serena's hold over the two had lessened they had been able to move more each hour and eventually their eyes had closed in sleep. A gentle wind now began to stir and Ororo slowly opened her eyes. She could now see quite clearly although they felt extremely dry. She noticed someone holding her--who? She gently pulled away to see Logan looking at her. He sat up and turned his head from side to side working the kinks out.
"What happened?" Ororo asked as she slowly sat up.
"Don't remember."
"My head and eyes feel as if they are on fire."
"Mine did too when I woke up," Logan said with a glance at Gateway who sat ever still just a few paces away.
Ororo also looked at Gateway. It was obvious that he must know what had happened to them but he did not acknowledge their presence in any way. She felt he never would. Logan looked back at Ororo and saw her trying to stand but she seemed unsteady. He quickly knelt beside her and steadied her. When she looked up and her eyes met his she felt an overwhelming sense of peace. Logan too noticed the peace he felt within himself as he looked into her eyes and he found he could hardly look away.
"Somethin' happened but I can't remember anything," Logan said after a moment as he helped her stand.
"Thank you," she said as she looked up at the sky and smiled at the beauty of the sunrise.
"Somethin' doesn't feel right."
"There is a great sense of peace within me, Logan. As if I have conquered a deathly fear and more---as if I have achieved my deepest desires. There seems to be nothing wrong with me beside a slight headache now."
Logan shook his head and said, "That's a good indication someone's been messin' with our heads, 'Ro. I haven't known peace like this since . . . ." Logan sputtered to a stop. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he'd had peace.
Ororo's hand covered his. "Logan, deep within my heart I feel that there has been no wrong done to us."
"Then why don't we remember anything, huh? Why're we out here? What were we doin', huh? You wanna answer that, darlin'?"
She shook her head & said softly, "It is as if my thoughts were . . . . blurred. The last thing I remember was waiting for you on top of the roof."
Logan laughed dryly. "Well, that sure doesn't sound right. Why would you be on the roof?"
It was Ororo's turn to laugh now. "The better to see you, my dear," she said.
Logan gave an exasperated sigh. None of this made sense to him. Someone was playing with their heads whether Ororo realized it or not. It was never a good thing when people played mind games. He had never liked it when Chuck or Betsy were in his head and he especially didn't like it when Jean had been in his head. He frowned with distaste then looked down at his hand. Ororo was still holding his hand but with her free hand she was absently running her fingers over his with such a light touch it sent a shiver down his spine. He looked up into her clear blue eyes and felt the overwhelming need to kiss her. The sheer urgency of his need scared him and he quickly pulled his hand away from hers. She looked at him but said nothing.
"You feelin' good enough ta walk back?"
She nodded; the dryness and pain had subsided considerably. They started back to the compound in silence, their thoughts worlds apart. Logan was concentrating on trying to remember. He was sure someone was playing games with them and he was determined to find out who it was and why they were doing it. Ororo was smiling peacefully feeling blessedly safe and secure. For once she had not a worry in the world as if all the doubts she'd felt so strongly before had been banished.
The compound seemed deserted which left Logan feeling more ill at ease as Logan walked Ororo to her room. Then just past Ororo's door they found a pile of clothes lying haphazardly on the floor. Ororo walked over and scooped the clothes up into her arms with Logan catching a few stray pieces that fell.
"How truly strange," Ororo murmured. "I think these are Dazzler's clothes but why would she have just left them?"
"Dunno but there seem ta be a lot of strange things goin' on around here. I'm gonna find out where everyone is. Why don't you get some rest?"
"I feel amazingly well rested, Logan. If you will check the lower levels I will check everyone's rooms."
Logan grunted and started to go when Ororo touched his arm and said, "Thank you, Logan."
She smiled at him so serenely it startled him. He pulled his arm away and hurried off without a word. Once he reached his own room he shut the door and leaned against it breathing hard. This just wasn't right. None of it made any sense! By the calendar on his wall they'd lost an entire day and where was everyone? Why hadn't Betsy sent someone out to look for them? Unless someone was still messing with their minds and had gotten hold of Betsy somehow. He'd have to hunt the team down and if he couldn't find what he was looking for he knew the answers lied in Madripoor.
As he searched the compound he kept smelling the same strange scent he'd been smelling ever since the women had come back from their shopping trip at the mall. He had just assumed it was a new fur or wig or two but the scent was too complicated for just that. He'd been preoccupied lately and hadn't given it much thought but now he was sure it wasn't Ororo's new wigs, Dazzler's clothes or Betsy's new hair dye.
Finally he found a note in the computer room from Betsy which gave him some relief but after reading it again he began to have some doubts. Betsy stated that they had had a small crisis but had taken care of it then they'd all gone on holiday---skiing in Vail. He could smell Betsy's scent and the english lavender toilet water she used all over the paper but a ski trip out of the blue seemed a little out of the norm. He resumed his search of the compound but found nothing suspicious. Just when he was reluctantly going to report back to Ororo he heard someone at the front entrance. His claws popped out and he crouched low near the door ready to pounce. Just before the door opened he heard Alison and Betsy laughing.
"That ain't so funny ya'll. Ah've noticed mah clothes've been all out of order too." Rogue muttered.
"Right, but I've sensed nothing unusual so perhaps you simply misplaced your clothes or rather forgot where you put them," Betsy said.
"Ah didn't say ah'd lost any of 'em, ah just think they're out of order!" Rogue snapped and eyed Alison suspiciously.
"Don't look at me, Rogue. All your clothes are green and green is not my color. Not too many people can pull that color off," Alison laughed.
"If ya mean what ah think . . . "
"Hey! Hey!" Logan snapped at the girls who hadn't noticed him. "Cut the squabblin' ya sound like a bunch of girls! Where've you been?"
"Hello! We are girls, Wolverine! Haven't you noticed by now?" Alison covered her mouth and tried not to laugh.
"Where're the guys? An' Maddie?" Logan growled, ignoring Alison altogether.
"Huh?" Rogue asked. "Where've you an' Storm been all this time?"
"We were rather concerned, Wolverine," Betsy said. "Although we're quite used to your absence, Storm doesn't usually leave without word."
"She had somethin' ta take care of," he said and abruptly changed the subject. "I asked ya where're the guys an' Maddie?"
Dazzler rolled her eyes and said, "They stayed in Vail for the snow bunnies."
"Dang it, give Longshot a break why don't ya, Lightengale! He's never skied before, Wolvie so he stayed behind with Alex an' Pete to learn. It's a good thing he's got all that luck 'cause he sure would've broken his neck but good half a dozen times! Too bad y'all couldn't make it 'cause it sure was fun wasn't it, Betts?"
"Brilliant fun!" Betsy cooed.
"Yeh, well, I gotta go," Wolverine said as he had no desire to listen to Rogue and Betsy go on about skiing or put up with Alison's bickering.
"Ororo's back then?" Rogue asked.
"Yeh."
"Logan, may I speak to you in private?" Betsy asked.
"Yeh."
Betsy led Logan into the computer room for privacy then she gritted her teeth in an attempt to bolster her courage.
"Whaddya want?"
"I rather think you've been in a bit of a bad mood lately. Is there anything you'd like to discuss?"
Logan laughed then he looked at Betsy who looked a little unsure of herself and he smiled. "'Preciate the offer, Betts, as a matter of fact there is somethin' I wanna talk to you about."
Betsy looked surprised but pleased. "Is it about Storm?"
"What? Why would I wanna talk to you about Storm?" Logan was irritated. He went on, "I've been smellin' someone or somethin' other than the nine of us here. Have ya noticed anything weird goin' on around here?"
Betsy shook her head but put her hand up to her head, closed her eyes and concentrated on using her telepathy. After a few minutes she shook her head again and said, "I haven't detected anything unusual at all.
"I've been checking the monitors quite frequently but I haven't seen any thing out of the ordinary. Is there something wrong?"
Logan shrugged and said, "Ororo said the food's running out faster 'n it used ta an' we---she just found some clothes lyin' all over the floor in the hall."
"Is that all?"
"Dunno if it's me or what but I keep smellin' somethin', like someone else is here."
"Couldn't it just be the left over residue from the Reavers?"
He shook his head.
"What does Storm think of all this?"
"Haven't told her yet. Been busy."
"Right. Well, I shall certainly keep an eye open but I rather think I would've picked up another presence if someone else was here."
"Yeh. Well, let me know if ya find anythin'."
Betsy was looking at Logan too intently for his liking so he made a hasty retreat. He knew his mind was pretty hard to get into but he was thankful all the same for the training at Xavier's. He dreaded facing Ororo again so he decided to go back to Gateway and see if he could get some answers in Madripoor.