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Maybe it was the "death" maybe it was coming back. But either way, I'm not the same.

I'm more powerful, yes. But power comes with a price, doesn't it? I haven't been the same since I returned. No one has treated me the same since the change. But I knew that something had to be done. Something soon, or I'm afraid that my brain would explode.

I was a walking shadow these last 3 months. No feelings could go into me; likewise, no feelings I could give. I used to have this sort of fire in my touch; my feelings. Now? Well, now all I have is the fire in my eyes. I needed to get the fire back; I needed to feel. I know just were to go if you need to feel.

~*~*~*~ Normal time ~*~*~*~

The cool night air wiped past Jean's face as she walked, almost ran to the other side of the mansion. She felt as though she could explode with.she stopped. There in front of her stood a large brown door. Ominous and foreboding, yet with hope, and for Jean Grey, an escape. For the first time in the night she hesitated, thinking about what time it was, then realizing she didn't know and couldn't have cared less. She knocked at the door quietly and waited.

The door opened slightly as Jubilee stood there, very much asleep, in bright yellow pajamas.

"Um.hi Professor Grey." she looked around to try and gather her senses, looking at the clock and then back at Jean, "What are you doing here?"

Jean was not it the mood to even start playing games with the other girls of Rogue's room, so she just stated bluntly, "I need to see Rogue."

"Okay" She wiped some sleep out of her eye and went over to one of the beds. Jean saw her bend down and start to poke the girl but stopped. Jubilee quickly shook her head to hope that it starts thinking and reached out again, but this time she reached with a piece of cloth over her hand. She started talking quietly and hurriedly, motioning with her eyes toward the doorframe. Rogue emerged from her bed and slowly walked to Jean.

"You needed to see me Miss Grey?" she asked questioningly. Rogue looked at the illuminating clock on the bedside table, a bright 3:42 beamed back at them. "Is it urgent?"

Also for the first time that night, Jean wondered what she was going to tell Rogue. She didn't want to waste time with waiting though, so she just answered with a simple, "Follow me."

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And so ends chapter one. With one confused character, one determined, pondering character, and one hell of a future plot line.