Sorespot went quickly about his duties in an effort to remain perpetually distracted. It worked to a good degree most moments of the day, but it was a technique that was doomed to failure so long as he was doomed to serve Sinister.

At first Sorespot arrived to meet the overly ordinary man and to tell him that his plan failed. The X-Men were unaffected by the weapon and he considered the job finished.

Of course the ordinary man already knew all that and more. Sorespot's blood turned cold in his veins as he watched the mans skin go white and his teeth rise out to points. His eyes darkened and his voice turned coldly emotional, echoing almost mechanically, and ringing truer to the ears than the ordinary voice he had earlier assumed.

And much to Sorespot's displeasure, the job was not finished. The weapon still existed. It was still active. It was hidden, and nothing more. Soon enough Temport and Blockage would extricate themselves from the mansion and return to the retrieval point. But until then he was expected to aid in the recovery of the weapon from here; Sinister's Lair.

Once an hour he was to review the video surveillance of possible weapons storage locations. For almost a day there was nothing. Then, the familial scene of an English lighthouse appeared to have lost a considerable number of windows in one short hour.

"That's it." Sinister intoned. "You will proceed to retrieve the weapon yourself until the others can join you."

And despite the foolishness of going in blind and without back up, Sorespot was glad to go, and to leave behind any previous interest in knives or anatomy.

Meanwhile at Westchester mansion Kitty was meeting with Professor Charles Xavier.

"Kitty. Please, Sit down." The Professor was somber and withdrawn in a stark and emotionless contrast to Logan and Hank's earlier greeting.

Kitty walked right through one of the red leather chairs that sat in front of Xavier's desk. Then she plopped herself strait down in to it.

"I've been monitoring events closely since the arrival of our guests downstairs." He began. "And most of the story I'm sure has been presented to you already." He paused to make sure she was listening. "What you have not been told is that we had an attempted break-in on the evening our visitor's arrived."

Kitty considered this for a moment before prodding the Professor to continue with an understanding nod.

"It is currently our contention that this was an effort to insure the demise of Kent, the boy in our infirmary."

Kitty noticed that he formally avoided calling Kent her son.

"Kent, who also calls himself Temport, seems to have a hybridized ability. He can teleport through space in a manner similar to Kurt's. And he has the added feature of bringing his molecules out of phase during his teleportation. This creates an energy variance that displaces his form temporally as he completes his teleportation."

"So he can travel in time as well as space?" Kitty was shocked. She had never heard of such a young mutant whose abilities were that far reaching.

"Indeed." Xavier looked worried.

"Is there something else Professor?"

"Please, don't take this the wrong way Kitty. I've yet to hold more than a few word conversation with Kent, but I have talked at length with his associate." The professor seemed to e looking for a tactful route to the truth.

"And" Kitty felt her eyes narrow as her emotional walls began to rise, putting the professor at a mental arms length.

"And we've no way of knowing what kind of people they are Kitty. No idea who raised them or what ideals and circumstances helped form them as people."

"You don't like them." It was a statement and a fact. Kitty knew was true as soon as she said it.

"No." Xavier admitted. "I don't." His eyes never left Kitty's although they seemed to soften slightly in response to the rage and fire in her own. "My telepathic attempts to either confirm or deny their story have resulted in nothing but frustration on my part. With the soul exception of a brief mental encounter with our would-be trespasser the other night. Him I read just fine."

Kitty was reserved for the moment. "And what did he tell you?" She asked.

"Only that he was looking for the other two in reference to a job that needed finishing." Xavier held up his hands defensively between them. "I know it's as much a confirmation of their story as anything else. I would just feel better trusting in a few more facts and a few less theories."

"I know you would professor." Kitty stood up. "Thankfully then, it's not your responsibility."

Kitty spun on her heel, phased, and walked back through the chair and then the door.

"Damn." Xavier thought. "I could have handled that better." And in his frustration and disappointment, Professor Charles Xavier missed a vital clue that could endanger Kitty, Kurt, and their family.

Kitty was halfway to the infirmary before she started to calm down. So Xavier didn't like them. He's entitled to his opinion, isn't he? Just because he's Xavier doesn't mean he's infallible. Of course, it could also be that children are more trouble awake than passed out in hospital beds. Xavier could be right. If the X-Men of the future could be mercenaries for hire, isn't it possible that Kurt and her share an estranged son?

Kitty paused before the door to the infirmary. More than anything she wanted to talk to Kurt. She hadn't felt this lost in a long time. She braced herself appropriately, opened the infirmary door, and proceeded in to Hank's lab with a small forced smile to Logan.

Hank was bunked down on a cot at the back of his lab snoring softly. Kitty slipped behind the communications console and keyed the appropriate sequence for the lighthouse transponder.

"Come on, come on Kurt, answer, please."