I stepped into a tiny store in NYC, out on a rare shopping trip into the city. I don't go into the city often if I can help it, I don't like being in among so many people. Just not good for my sanity, you know? This store was so cool! All sorts of little things, old things. And I had just found a section of old books. Heaven!
I'd found this store while driving around, I don't remember where I was, but this shop was tucked away in between old apartment buildings, and run-down houses. Snakes, Wolves, and Firebirds. Strange name for a shop, must be why there weren't a lot of people in there. I have to come here more often.
A woman came up, asking if I needed help. Well, this makes the third time in less then two weeks I could swear I'd encountered one of the X-Men. Let me tell you what the woman looked like. Tall, red hair, would grace the cover of any fasion magazine, and put any other model to shame. Oh, and brilliant green eyes that are hard to miss.
"Just looking." I was looking, for any other X-Men. And anyway, what was she doing here? Working? I thought she was a doctor.
She smiled at me, as if she knew that wasn't quite the truth. You know, a lie by ommission? I really should have remembered she's a telepath! And my mental shields are at an all time low. I never mentioned I am an empath, did I? Doesn't matter. I can't help it, I have got to ask.
"I was wondering, you look like someone who I've seen. What's your name?"
"Jean Grey. Why?"
As if she didn't know why! I was thinking it loud enough, I'm sure, that it could be heard on the friggin' moon! I don't know whether I'm hallucinating, or something wierder is going on. Or if I was just loosing it.
"Thanks." I went back to looking at the books. Ooh! 1789 publishing date! I have got to get this one. Sweet Goddessa, I have died and gone to paradise. A book from 1665, in absolutely beautiful condition. How the heck did they get this! And if I'm not mistaken, that's an original cover. Ain' no way!
Hiss spit growl hiss! My credit card is going to scream at me. Over five hundred dollors! And that's cheap! These people are wonderful, but they know their stuff better than the people I normally get my old books from.
Up at the checkout counter, I nearly choke. I cannot believe this! Him again. Logan, the one who went and crashed into my large, white car, and then dissapeared, along with the dent. But not the bruises. He was going to pay for those.
"Do you speak haggle here?" As in do they argue price with a customer. You knew that? Sorry.
He nodded, looking rather grumpy. Was it the crash, the vanishing act I know he would have thought my car had done, or something else? I noticed a woman behind him, black scales, slitted gold-green eyes. Holy! I don't think I'm going to haggle price after all. I know who she is. Sava, or Snake. Bloody four thousand year old, grouchy, violent, unpredictable woman. And related to Logan.
"Never mind. I'll just pay with credit card." I wanted out of there! And tomorrow, I'm going to go looking and see if Xavier's mansion and the school there are real. These incidents are starting to get to me. Am I just going quietly insane here? Or is something else going on, which I'm not sure I want to contemplate. I mean, it would be cool if the X-men and mutants and all that existed here, but they aren't supposed to be in our universe. They have their own!
I went home, called in sick to work. I work evenings over at this shop near where I live. I have to get some sleep tonight, because I want to get this search done in time to go to my evening class over at the local collage. Tomorrow is going to be interesting.