Rain walked along, letting her feet take her where they wished. She watched
the ground, wiping thoughts from her mind as she went. When she finally
stopped and look around, she found herself in Bayville Park, a good mile
and a half from the Institute. Rain sighed, and sat down on the grassy
meadow. Leaning against a tree, she closed her eyes and drowsed.
"Rain, you aren't happy here. Come, come with us.you'll be content."
"I'm fine where I am. Just leave me alone." "Don't lie to yourself. You hate it here. You are sick of these people." She didn't answer. "You know where to look for me when you change your mind."
Rain woke up with a jolt. Sighing, she put her head in her hands. She had been having dreams like that for weeks now. At first, she didn't know who the voice was. But soon she came to understand it as another mutant like herself. She couldn't quite figure out the voice though. And she dared not tell Jean or the Professor. She wouldn't let them ever touch her mentally. She would understand the dream herself. Sighing again, she stood up, and started walking. She was halfway back to the Institute when it began to snow. She pulled her scarf tighter, and her gloves up higher. When she finally reached the Institute, she went straight up to her room. Thankfully, no one tried to stop her. Once in her room, she locked the door. After all, she didn't want to be interrupted while she did her homework.
"Rain, you aren't happy here. Come, come with us.you'll be content."
"I'm fine where I am. Just leave me alone." "Don't lie to yourself. You hate it here. You are sick of these people." She didn't answer. "You know where to look for me when you change your mind."
Rain woke up with a jolt. Sighing, she put her head in her hands. She had been having dreams like that for weeks now. At first, she didn't know who the voice was. But soon she came to understand it as another mutant like herself. She couldn't quite figure out the voice though. And she dared not tell Jean or the Professor. She wouldn't let them ever touch her mentally. She would understand the dream herself. Sighing again, she stood up, and started walking. She was halfway back to the Institute when it began to snow. She pulled her scarf tighter, and her gloves up higher. When she finally reached the Institute, she went straight up to her room. Thankfully, no one tried to stop her. Once in her room, she locked the door. After all, she didn't want to be interrupted while she did her homework.