She rolled around in her bed, her brows knit as she dreamt. It was another of those dreams again! When were they going to end? "When you come, of course." That damnable voice answered her unspoken question. "Go away," she muttered savagely. Her hands clenched tightly around her bed sheets. The images of her dreams shifted slightly. To her brother, driving away from her, out of Bayville. She had had little sense of dignity then; even less because her emotions took hold of her. She saw herself at ten, running after his car. He only sped up. Rain clenched her hands so hard she heard her knuckles crack. She glared, her eyes still closed, and ground her teeth. She hated him so much. She hadn't deserved to be abandoned! "You bastard!" She was sitting up in a flash. She all but screamed it, sweat rolling down her forehead. It was only minutes before she heard knocks on her door, asking if she were all right. She didn't reply until she heard Scott threaten to blast the door in. She turned to look out the window and called her answer. "Go away. I'm fine." There was more anger in her voice than she anticipated, but that didn't bother her. What bothered her was that someone was trying to pry into her mind. Leave me alone, damn it! She thought viciously to whoever it was. She pushed whoever it was out of her head, glad that her anger gave her strength. She was glad, too, that whoever it was decided to obey; Rain couldn't stand up against either Jean or the Professor, if one of them really wanted to get inside her head. Still hot and sweaty, she slid open her window, breathing cold air into her lungs. She wished she could see Jake just one more time. She'd teach him to desert people like that. Xavier pulled his hands away from his temples. He shook his head wearily. She was too angry, all the time. Something would have to be done about that. What was the real question though, and the Professor had no answer.