iLeft Behind and Forgotten/i

When he took John in, Erik knew he'd be dealing with the foibles, quirks and peccadilloes of a boy who hadn't started grade school when communism fell. Youth was confusing and turbulent, and men of Erik's generation were better off not involving themselves in the emotional workings of boys John's age.

But now, watching John fume after a particularly nasty telephone exchange with his former friends at Xavier's School for the Perpetually Sedated, Erik knew he had to ask.

"Just what /i you doing?"

John's eyes were solemn as he shook the pickle jar. "My friends need to be punished."