A/N: I'm SO sorry this took so long, and is so short.  I've had papers to write, and codes to debug, and life just got in the way.  I'll be more regular, I promise.  I hope.

            Leslie breathed a sigh of relief as bus pulled away, slumping further in her seat.  "Thank God that's over."

            Stacy laughed.  "Kid, you've gotta relax."

            Leslie simply stuck out her tongue.  "You're no help, you know, running around half-naked."

            She shrugged.  "I like my clothes."

            Leslie sighed.  "You're impossible," she muttered as she turned on her side, drifting off to dream of blue demons…

            Ororo furrowed her brow.  "And you say this woman knew Rogue?"

            Sam, frustrated, ran a hand through his short hair.  "All Ah know is she did somethin' ta those morons, and told me ta say hello ta Rogue fer her.  That's it."

            Sage glanced coolly at them as she walked up.  "I ran the name she gave Sam.  There is no record anywhere of Anna Jacobs."

            Ororo pursed her lips together.  "Rogue and Remy have not yet returned from their trip, so there is no way to ask them…Perhaps we should bring this matter to Xavier…"

            Sage stiffened.  "After the events of our last visit, I doubt he'll be of much help."

            Storm raised one eyebrow, thinking.  "Perhaps…"

            Leslie was in the in-between, the place where she was aware of the dreams of others, but not in them.  She was surprised to find that Kurt was asleep at this hour, his dream as easy for her to find as her own.  Hesitantly she entered it, her stomach twisting at the sites that surrounded her.

            It was bleak, like a not-quite-dry painting that had had water poured over it.  He was in the center, a haze of sorrow around him.  Her heart broke to see him like this.  And yet…and yet, even now, she didn't know if she loved him.  She berated herself for her indecision even as she went to him, wrapping him in her arms.

            Kurt let out a small gasp of surprise before pulling her to him, covering her with kisses. 

            Leslie's eyes widened.  This wasn't what she'd expected…Gently, she disentangled herself from him, eyes sorrowful.  If she didn't leave now, she wouldn't be able to…Ignoring his heart-wrenching expression, she kissed Kurt's forehead gently before quickly leaving.

            If this is all a dream…then why does it hurt so much? She wondered, shedding non-existent tears as she left.

            Leslie jerked awake, wiping her face quickly so Stacy couldn't see the tear marks, then cleared her throat.  "Where are we?"

            "Virginia," Stacy replied absently, reading a magazine. "You've been out for a while.  Good sleep?"

            Leslie sighed as she rested her head against the cool glass of the window.  "…Yeah.  Good sleep."