Storm awoke to a bright beautiful morning. Despite the radiating warmth of the sun's rays, Storm was cold. Not physically, just emotionally with sadness. The sadness had been there since the moment Jean had sacrificed herself to save the rest of the group. It
was a painful loss that hurt the group as a whole and Storm individually.
After a few moments Storm's heart began to race. She jumped out of bed and threw on the clothes she had picked out to wear last night. She quickly slid into a black pair of slacks and a blue button up blouse. Black socks and shoes were the last thing to be put on.
Storm then quickly exited her large quarters almost gasping for breath. She stood with her back to the closed door calming herself
down.
'Breathe.' Storm heard the words her dearly department friend Jean used to say to her every time her claustrophobia kicked in. 'Calm
down. It's okay.'
A minute passed by before the now collectively calm Ororo headed down the hallway to the grand stair case. She made her way down the two floors to the main level. Once on the ground floor she started to head down the main hallway toward the classroom area. As she passed she looked into the classroom's. Some were empty and dark, others were filled with activity. She looked at the students and fellow faculty members, her family. She understood why Jean did what she did. In the same place Ororo knew she would do the same thing. However she wished it didn't end the way it had.
Ororo stood in the doorway of an open classroom silently watching everyone. She smoothed out her white hair neatly as she took a deep breath. After a minute or so she turned away and headed down the hallway. She was still sad but some of the pain had been lessened.
