"Is she awake?"

The gorilla-like mutant nodded. "She's even doing *homework.*" He smiled toothily at Emma.

She wondered if Jean was actually human as she approached the bed. "Hey." She spoke quietly as the girl put down her pencil to look at her. She looked okay. Her left hand was bandaged - probably burned where the energy had entered her body, and she looked a little... singed around the edges.

"Emma, hi." It wasn't exactly enthusiastic, but Jean didn't seem mad, which was a good thing.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm okay... How about you?"

"Well I wasn't the one who got electrocuted..." She sat down on the chair next to the bed. "I'm really sorry."

Jean smiled slightly. "It's okay. It wasn't really you who did it. The Professor explained everything to us."

"He did?" She frowned. "Nice of him to tell me..." Shaking off that thought, she looked at the books on Jean's lap. "Homework, huh?"

"Yeah, I didn't want to get too far behind."

Emma raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you're a teenager?"

**********

The lower levels of the mansion were straight out of a science-fiction film. After speaking with Jean and clearing her conscience somewhat, Emma decided she would take a walk around. These levels weren't busy, as most students spent most of their time upstairs. If they were in the lower levels, they were either training or traveling to and from the danger room.

She wasn't lost. She hadn't yet gotten lost in the mansion, which was a testament to the fact that she belonged there, because it was quite large. Emma wandered seemingly aimlessly until she came to the observation deck for the Danger Room.

She looked down at the large room, which was currently running one of its many programs. Suddenly she had a flash of remembrance, of running as hard as she could through the deathly maze, dodging saws and spikes and zapping lasers.

She saw Logan, standing almost beneath the deck, watching the students traverse the course. Emma looked at him for a long time, noting the shape of his arms and the way he stood. He betrayed nothing of his emotions, but she knew he was proud of the students he watched.

But how?

Yet another question she couldn't answer.

Emma left the observation area and continued her wander through the level. She entered another room, filled with cupboards. She opened one to reveal basic X-men uniforms. She opened another and encountered a different variety of uniforms. One she recognised as being a copy of Kitty's; another was the same as Evan's. On the bottom shelf, she found one that she hadn't seen worn before.

She picked it up, her fingers tracing the twin jagged lines on it. "This is mine..." Her voice was no more than a whisper as she stared at the uniform.

"Yeah, we all keep a spare uniform down here, just in case."

Emma whirled quickly around to face Logan. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that her hand was glowing as it clutched the uniform. She took a deep breath and let the energy dissipate. "You shouldn't sneak up on people."

He grunted. "You seen Red yet?"

She nodded. "I... uh, apologised to her for nearly killing her. She was doing homework." Emma couldn't get over the fact.

"She's like that."

Emma realised that she was clutching the uniform - her uniform - to her chest and relaxed her grip. She began to fold it up and put it back in the cupboard. Her green eyes rested on the duplicate already there.

"You, uh... Might wanna take that one upstairs. That is, if you're gonna join us." Logan paused before adding, "again," as an afterthought.

Emma pressed her hand to her forehead, as another flash of memory assaulted her.