"Don't mess this one up, Remy." Sean whispered, lighting their cigarettes calmly.

"Don't worry about me." Remy muttered, twirling his cigarette between two fingers.

"Did you say not to worry?" Sean laughed. "Remy, you haven't been able to pick a simple pocket for weeks now! You're starting to lose it!"

"I am not losing it!" Remy snarled. "It's just a momentary lapse. I'm fine." To show his point much better, Remy calmly walked up a head of Sean, going right for their target. He walked beside the target for a while, before he finally slowed down and reached Sean, calmly giving him the target's wallet.

"See?"

"Huh. Do you think one wallet is going to make up for those screw ups you've done before?" Sean asked, cocking an eyebrow. "You're slipping up, Remy. All because of that bimbo..."

Remy grabbed him tightly by the throat, smashing him against a side of a building.

"Don't call her a bimbo!" he growled, narrowing his eyes. "Her name is Rogue so just shut up about it!"

"All right man! Calm down!" Slowly, Remy let Sean go and he backed off, heading back to the mansion.

When he got back to the mansion, he headed for the kitchens, but his father stopped him.

"You have a visitor, Remy."

"Who is it?" Remy asked, trying not to get too excited.

"You'll see when you get there now won't you?" Sighing, Remy headed up for his room. Looking inside, he found Rogue sitting on his bed, swinging her feet a bit.

Looking up, Rogue smiled weakly, waving at him.

"Hey, Remy. Can we talk?"