Mesmero's plans were failing fast. If the Wolverine continued to show such mental power, and if he stayed allied with Jean Gray, there would be no way for him to stop them. He still suffered from the mental duel he had fought against the Gray woman.
A thought struck his mind: what if his powers were slowing down. There had once been a time when he could easily control mutant and human minds alike, but now… 0 for 2? He needed another test, if not for himself, then for the X-Men. He needed Cyclops.
So, focusing his mind on the always-brooding leader, he began to control the mind of Scott Summers.
In the cockpit of the Blackbird, everything was going smoothly… with the obvious exception that Logan was nowhere to be found. If there was only somewhere to land their jet…! But no, the forest was much too thick, and if they tried to land, the Blackbird would be so broken down by weather and animals that it probably wouldn't take off again.
Scott was calmly flying slowly, looking in every direction for his teammate. Jean remained his copilot, still attempting to break through the mental barrier that prevented her from discovering where Logan was. The remaining X-Men were all still in the back, with no real idea of what was going on.
Suddenly, Scott clutched at his head and gave a roar of pain, sliding down to the floor. "Mesmero!!!" he shouted in accusation. Jean immediately went into action, grabbing the piloting equipment. As much as she wanted to help her husband, crashing the plane would not help him any more. Scott writhed on the ground, dueling insanely with the X-Men's hated foe, screaming and shouting. Suddenly, he gave a cry: "NO!!!! Not my eyes!! Don't use the visor, Mesmero!!! Noooo!!!" His hand went to his visor and pressed the button. A beam of red energy hit his wife in the chest, and she slumped down into unconsciousness. A wave of mental energy flew from the mind of Scott Summers, for Mesmero had made his biggest mistake. He had hurt the one Scott loved, and love was the one emotion Mesmero had no control over. Scott gave a triumphant roar, and Mesmero left his mind.
He set to work continuing the flight of the Blackbird and administering to Jean.
In the forests of Tibet, Wolverine was growing angry. Why hadn't Summers found him yet? Had they gone on without him? What was going on?
To ease his troubled mind, he went hunting for deer. Hunting had always been a nice pastime before he joined the X-Men. Plenty of deer in Canada, a lot less in Wenchester. But knowing the climate of Tibet compared to Canada, and noticing all the similarities, he would be one very surprised Wolverine if there weren't any here.
He crept into the brush behind him and waited silently for his prey to come. He didn't blend in very well, but through countless Danger Room sessions, he had grown quite good at contracting his body into all sorts of strange positions, so he was at ground level with no costume showing above or behind the bush at all. His first deer came about ten minutes later. He unsheathed his claws in anticipation, but as it came closer, he saw no antlers. There would be other deer, and he wasn't going to kill a female.
He waited a little longer, listening for the sound of footsteps or running, until finally, he could hear a deer running full speed past him. As it grew nearer, he saw the enormous antlers of a buck and dove out from his hiding place, claws out, and stabbed the deer in its side. Naturally, the deer crashed, with no use of its legs, and Wolverine noticed its size.
It was huge! He had no weights or anything, but this thing was going to last him for days! So, with his claws out, he began skinning it of its hide, and noticed as the moonlight began to fall upon him and the sun left its confines in the sky.