The world was his oyster.

Brian had decided this some time ago – he didn't know how long, but it didn't matter anymore, time didn't matter. Anywho, he had simply come to the conclusion that he was never going to wake up. He had been drifting from scene to scene when he had come upon this. He figured that perhaps he was in a dream. Except anytime he wanted he could leave this dream and find himself in someone else's mind – he just couldn't find the way back into his own reality.

But why did it matter anyway? He questioned himself. He could do anything, be anyone. He could do things an Invalid wouldn't even dare to dream of doing. If he did wake up, He'd be in a cell and be sent back to work. Was that really life?

Life to Brian was now one big Google search. He thought of something, someone, an experience, you name it and he could instantly be doing it.

He didn't try explaining it. Sure, he'd tried. But that only gave him two options. Either he was dead or some sort of mutant. Neither of these was a fact he wished to face.

Right now, Brian was bored though, so he was trying to find out what he could about the camp. Images flashed through his sight and left just as quickly.

Getting fed up with doing it this way, Brian threw up his hands in frustration as he returned to his default place. When he wasn't living out the lives of others, this is where he existed. It was a white room with a medium sized TV in the center. Several feet away was a comfortable, overstuffed chair.

Brian let himself flop down in the chair and picked up the TV's remote. He began to flip through the thousands of 'channels'. Each channel was what a person was viewing right then. Bored, He just looked for anything interesting or familiar.

After a few minutes, his pace was beginning to slow and something caught his eye. A beautiful woman with vivid blue skin and a burly, rugged man with wild hair were sitting across the table from him. They were looking over blueprints to a massive building.

From his host's eyes, he could read an upside-down title to the prints.

BASE ONE – MUTANT CONTAINMENT FACILITY

SOUTHERN ARIZONA

'Bingo'. Mentally, Brian grinned. Now if only he could help them.

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Mystique elbowed Logan. He looked up at her and caught her gaze over to John. Logan froze.

The kid was twitching. At first it was just his eye. Like he was trying to move it and keep it in the same place at once. Then it traveled down to his mouth. First the very corners gave a slight movement then a bit more. Twitch. Twitch.

Mystique had her head cocked slightly over to the side and was staring at her much younger companion.

"John?" She questioned finally.

The twitching abruptly stopped. John curiously looked back at her. "Yes?" He asked.

Mystique was silent.

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"Let me through!" Brian screamed at his host. They were going about it all wrong. That ignorant mountain man and the cocky blue woman were going about this horribly wrong. If only this host wasn't so damn stubborn!

With a sigh, Brian cursed this ability and slowly drifted back to just watching the unfolding scene.

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"Mystique, you can be the diversion." John said, his fingers rapidly pointing at places on the enlarged blueprints on the table in front of him. A single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling dimly lit the room. Deep shadows were cast through the room's edges. Logan was halfway through a cigar, the smoke from which added to the dimness of the room.

Mystique eyed first John the Logan. "No," she began. "How about you be the diversion, Pyro. You're the one they really want."

John glared at her. "They'd be just as happy with either of you," He snapped back indignantly.

Mystique sat back in her rickety wooden chair and gave a tightlipped smile. "But you're that fire starting terrorist who works for none other than the great Magneto. I, on the other hand," Mystique said, pausing. She morphed a young man in a police uniform. "Could be anyone." She finished with the man's voice. She smirked as she melded back to her natural form.

Logan rolled his eyes as John fumed. Before either of the two rivals continued with another word, he held up his hands for silence.

"Look, you two can damn well kill each other for all I care. But we have something more important than your little egos so either you shut up or I'm out." Logan declared.

Mystique and John were silent for a moment, exchanging glares between themselves and Logan.

After a moment, John leaned forward again. He gently bit his lower lip as he studied the map once more. His long dirty blonde hair fell into his focused brown eyes as his fingers traced over printed pathways.

With an intake of breath, John backed away from the map for a moment. "How's this," He began. "I'll be the diversion," He said, shooting a look towards Mystique as he tapped out a spot outside the camp's perimeters. "You two need to get in here," He said, moving his finger over to the control room. "Mystique can disarm the security devices which will make the cells accessible. We're gonna hope they don't have Magneto constantly drugged, because then we're in seriously trouble…But if he is…" John's voice trailed off as he continued to explain his mismatched plan to his sole witnesses.

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From the depths of his mind, a sixteen-year-old mutant shook his head. His 'saviors' were a band of ragtag misfits who were about to receive a much needy dose of reality.