As the day passed, the four mutants were eargerly wainting for their sea trip. All except for Brook were fast asleep in their bed. With all the excitement of the day, Brook wasn't able to lay still for even a second. She spent most of the night going through her suitcawse, ad then went down to the dangerroom, where she found Logan, and began to work out with him.

"Better stop for now, the sun's almost up." Logan said through the speaker. He was up in the control room switching off some buttons.

"Alright," Brook came down to the ground as a little compartment opened up, she took a towel from it, wiping her sweaty brow. She waited a few seconds as she looked at the clock...5...4...3...2...1.

"AHHH," Brook grabbed the back of her neck, slowly her wings curled back into her back, she shrank about half a foot. The only painless process was her tail falling off. She slunk to the floor trying to catch her breath. Logan walked over to her and helped her back to her room.

It was finally time to leave. Kitty, Brook, Kurt, and Piotr were all packed into the car, they waved off at everyone till they would see them soon once more.

"This is going to be so awesome," Kurt exclaimed. Logan got into the car and turned around to them.

"Buckle up everyone."

"Aww, Mr. Logan, I've got my driver's liscenes. How about let me--"

"NO!" Everyone screamed together, even Piotr. Kitty began to pout and Piotr laughed at how cute she looked.

"I know what we can do." Brook smiled slyly. "Ninety-nine bottles of root beer on the wall, 99 bottle of root beer. Ya take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of root beer on the wall. Take it Kurt," Brook nudged him as he continued with the song.

"Ninety-eight bottles of root beer on the wall , 98 bottles of root beer--"

"Like Mr. Logan, can you tell them to stop. This is like the ultimate torture."

All of them started to sing the song straight in her face now, "--ya take one down, pass it around, 97 bottles of root beer on the wall!" Logan laughed at them as he continued to drive.

"One bottle of root beer on the wall, 1 bottle of root beer," Piotr sang tiredly as Kitty was snuggled against his chest. "You tak one down--"

"Pass it around," Kurt yawned.

"No more bottles of root beer on the wall!" Brook finally finished. Beside Logan, she was the only one left with energy to burn." One more time," she said jokingly and everyone groaned. The car stoppeed and Kitty woke up from her short sleep.