It hurt. A lot. She didn't know how, and she didn't why, but it did, and that's all that mattered. Maybe it was time to give answers...to get answers. Maybe it was time, to go home.

She crept, quieter than the tiniest of mice, through their room, and out the door, not risking shutting it all the way. Down the hall, she ran, shoes in hand, and jeans dragging against the ground in a sort of comfortable shuffle. She ran a long way...hell, Rogue could easily run a marathon in three hours, or less, and...as the sun came up, had she run that far? She stripped away her pea-coat, and pulled her sweatshirt sleeves up, sweat freezing on her face in the cold dawn, arms still wrapped around boots, and jacket, scarf trailing from loosely 'round her neck. And suddenly, she stopped; looking down at her dirty, bloody feet, riddled with mud and leaves, and gravel, as it was she had followed the side of the rode. She had to get back to NYC, the only thought now in her mind, but first...she had to make a call. She had to call her, and make sure she was all right, and Rogue wracked her brain for the number. She began to run again, maybe she could find a train station, and hitch a ride up.

Through flimsy blinds, wrinkled and broken, a clean sort of sun poured in, streaking across his lightly shut eyes, jolting him awake most uncomfortably, but he smiled, realizing where he was, and who he was in bed with. He stretched his arm out, looking for her blindly, and jolted upwards. Rogue was nowhere to be seen.

Remy sighed, standing and stretching, and he gave a quick glance about. All her things were gone, except for one white paper sitting on the pink dresser, he picked it up uncertainly.

'Thank you.'

Remy crumpled the paper and watched it hit the floor without a sound. Usually he was the one who left the girl to an empty bed, didn't like that having turned around on him.

"Mon dieu." He said rather blandly, beginning to get dressed. He knew he had to find Rogue, before she did something she was going to regret.

The number was dialed out with shaky fingers, and she stood, now with all her pieces on her, shivering in the cold winter gusts, not yet cold enough to snow. The phone booth she stood in, at some no name bus station didn't save her from the harsh wind, either. Ring. Ring. Ring. Rin—"Hello?"

Rogue froze.

"Hello." The voice demanded, soft, but irritated. A feminine voice.

"Um...Hi." came her southern twinge.

"Can I help?" came the voice once more, just as agitated as at first.

"Yeah...Ah'm lookin' for a Miss Cameron Nixon."

"This is she." Said the newly discovered Cameron. Rogue sighed in relief.

"My name is...Edie. I think, I think you have girl staying with you, that I need to talk to." Edie? Why the hell did I choose Edie? Rogue shook her head, as the other side of the phone line stayed silent.

"Hello?" Rogue asked again, becoming nervous.

"What's her name?"

Rogue stumbled, how do you tell someone that the person you're looking for has a name made up of mostly numbers? Instead, Rogue said nothing, and used the best of what was left of Xavier in her, to get a hold on this woman's mind.

238 East 25th Street, New York, New York

She had an address, now...but there was more. There wasn't just one girl with this woman, but two. A girl named Kiden. Rogue sighed.

"You know what? Ah' think ah' have the wrong number, sorry for taking up your time." Rogue hung up the number, satisfied with herself on one hand, and disappointed on the other. She had to make one more phone call. Ring. Rin—"Hello."

Rogue feared that voice, but there it was, his gruff, yet tender voice, full of anger and hurt.

"Hi." Was all she could manage in reply.

A/N: Alright, there...another chapter. I appreciate your reviews very much, and I apologize for this chapter being more story line, and less ROMY.

However, Kat, I must commend you, for getting results out of me, though you had no right to call me pathetic or judge my care or gratefulness for the reviews of which I have received.

PS: I reccommend you all to pick up a copy of the latest NYX, it's good. And, some of it will be incorporated in this story.