Kurt sat nervously in his seat. Kitty slept soundly beside him letting out the occasional snore, giggle or sigh. It had been a long time since he was on a commercial flight – and he'd never flown with his holoimager before. The last time he had to be swathed in robes to hide his appearance.

Vish I could sleep like that. He shook his head. But this is just too exciting!

The plane was finally on it's final descent after circling for almost an hour while waiting for the fog to lift.

He looked down at his notes. He was to be met by a Mr. Alistaire Stuart who was to be his liaison to the British government. I hope he's holding a sign or something. Kurt worried. Because I don't have a clue as to who I'm looking for…

The plane touched down lightly but everyone in the plane jumped anyway. All except Kitty. She giggled loudly, blushed and said "Lance!" then she giggled again.

A few people on the plane turned to look at her, some of them with leering glances. Kurt smiled and shrugged. Time for an executive decision. He deduced. And with that thought in mind he reached over and shook her gently awake by the shoulder.

"What? Oh." She smiled. "Are we there yet?"

"Ja."

A woman looked sternly at him. The gesture wasn't lost on Kitty. "Can we help you?" She offered almost rudely.

"Humph!" The woman looked away.

"Way better." Kitty sneered at her.

Kurt lay a hand on Kitty's. "Shhh…" He smiled and whispered. "We're guests here, remember?"

"Oh, calm down." She smiled.

Kurt sighed. "You're right." He said softly. "I'm kind of nervous."

Soon the 'fasten seatbelt' sign blinked off, the door was opened and they all began slowly filtering off the plane.

Sure enough, just as they stepped off the plane Kurt spied a man with mussed up hair holding a crudely fashioned sign that read "Wagner."

"Hello. I'm Kurt Wagner." He smiled and extended his hand. "Are you Mr. Stuart?"

The man blinked twice and shook Kurt's hand with his own gloved hand. "Yeeee….sssss…" He swallowed. "I thought you were an American." He ventured. "You sound…"

"German. Ja." Kurt nodded. "I've been living in America for some time now."

"I see… Well, the ummm… baggage claim is this way… Sir." He swallowed.

Kitty beamed at him. "Hi." She jumped in and took his hand. "I'm Katherine Pryde, but my friends call me Kitty." She smiled.

Alistaire stood dumbstruck for a moment. "Oh, right. Ms. Pryde. The assistant that Professor Xavier wired us about. Of course." He seemed to relax as he took a long look at her. "It's very nice to meet you…" He breathed.

"Please, call me Kitty." She said softly.

Kurt looked form one to the other for a long moment. "The baggage claim area vas…"

"Oh! Right!" Alistaire jumped. "This way." He took Kitty's carry-on bag from her and pulled it over his shoulder.

Kurt shook his head and smiled as they walked.

"What?" Kitty demanded.

Kurt just shook his head. "No, it's nothing." He grinned. But you sure don't waste much time, do you Kitty?

She eyed him warily as they went to pick up their luggage.

But back in Bayville, other events were transpiring.

Logan stood at the edge of the woods with a large duffel bag thrown over his shoulder. But no one came. He breathed heavily. He had put too much effort in to this project to have it all fall apart now.

"Hey…" He called in to the darkness. "Hey, kid?"

He took two steps in to the woods and stopped. He had promised not to intrude, but then again, he had never made it this far without finding who he sought before.

He heard a rustling and turned slowly. "Kid?" He asked.

"Yeah." She stretched and yawned. "I wanted to sleep before the trip."

He smiled. It was good to know that she was still on board. "I brought your tickets and some clothes."

"I broke in to the guest house." The voice explained from the shadows. "I showered and took some training clothes for now."

"Well, you can go back there and change if you'd like. I brought some things in your size that will help you blend in on the boat." He took a few quiet breaths. "You're sure you want to take a boat still, a plane could have you there a lot quicker."

"I'm not getting in to a plane…" She growled.

"Okay. I get it. No small spaces." Stupid. He chastised himself. You don't like planes either.

"And… The girl… She'll be there?" She asked softly.

"Yeah. Kitty's there with him." Logan set the bag down and crouched down to sit on his ankles. "Can I ask… Why you're so interested in Kitty?"

"I…"

He could hear the hesitation in her voice. She didn't have the words to say it, he was sure.

"When I was … inside… the smell of her… her room…" She breathed heavily in frustration. "She isn't…" She took a few more rapid breaths. He could tell that she was fighting to be rational. "Hurt."

Logan was taken aback. "Hurt…" The word rolled out of his mouth.

"I cant say…" She began to tremble in rage at her inability to voice her feelings.

"No. Wait." He held up his hands in defense. "I know what you mean. She doesn't smell of fear, anger or regret. I get it. You're doing fine."

"I don't … hate… fear…" She was looking for the right word.

He sighed. "I think you mean that you trust her." He said cautiously.

"More… More than you." She cringed as she said it, expecting him to be angry.

He simply nodded. "Yes, I can see why. She's not like me. I am angry. I have regret and fear. She was a good choice to trust. A good decision."

"Yes?" She asked quietly.

"Yes." He agreed.

"The blue one. He… smells of burnt things… I don't know…" She was shaking her head in confusion.

"His power makes that smell, and it stays on him. But you'll see once you've been around him, he has the other smells too, but they're mixed with the burnt smell."

She took two small steps away. "I don't like burning."

"No." Logan nodded. "Me neither. But his power isn't to burn. It just makes that smell. If he uses his power with you it just feels …" There wasn't a good word for it. "It hurts a little, all through your body, but only for a second and then it's over. It doesn't feel like burning, more like being hit all over, quickly, then it's over."

"A… A nose trick?" She asked.

Logan smiled. "Yeah, a nose trick." He agreed.

"Like the hunters who smell like the deer…" She said softly. "A trick… To make people fear burning?"

"Maybe." He breathed. "But the hunters choose to trick. Kurt doesn't. It just happens."

She nodded slowly. "He's … safe…" She said, repeating what Logan had told her but sounding very unsure.

"He is." Logan agreed. "But I know it will take time for you to see that and believe it for yourself. But he is and he will prove it to you. I know he will."

"The bag." She demanded. "Throw it close …"

He tossed the bag towards her and it landed about a foot away.

"Your tickets and passport are in the bag. The little paper folder. Just give it to the man as you're getting on the boat."

She stopped and looked at him. "The man…" She shivered so softly that no one but Logan would have noticed.

"Just give him the ticket, he'll give a part of it back to you and then you can go to your room. You don't even have to come out again. You can lock the door and they'll leave food outside the door if you ask them too, okay? Just… Don't hurt anyone else, understand? Defend yourself if you're attacked, but don't make the first move and no more killing. Most people are no match for you. If you make the first move it's wrong, and if you kill them instead of letting them escape when they attack you – it's wrong."

She eyed him carefully. "That's not what I was taught…" She was breathing heavily.

"I know. But it's time to learn new things. Okay?"

He could see her breath hanging in the cool air between them. She took three breaths before she responded.

"I… I can learn…" She said softly, wrapping one hand around her wrist.

He smiled slightly. His watch was the first gift he had given her when she showed up. He had taught her how to read it and what it meant. She had not failed to appear at the right time since.

"I know you can kid. And I promise you, your life will be better this way. Kurt and Kitty can teach you good things – and no one in England will be looking for you like they are here."

"Safe." She said softly.

"Yeah. Safe." He agreed.