It was about 30 minutes later and they started to come up on the mansion. Stitch was a little uneasy for where he was now, Scott started to descend down into the basketball courts, and when they fully stopped Scott got out first, then Jean, as Stitch was holding her arm yet again. He didn't say a word. All of a sudden Stitch heard voices again. Professor Xavier and Logan were there to greet them. Xavier sensed his fear and decided to welcome Stitch in a humble way.
"Welcome, my name is Charles Xavier and this here with me is Professor Logan," Logan reached out his hand to shake his, but he didn't do the same. "I see," Xavier wheeled toward him and took him by the hand. "Let's go on a bit of a tour shall we. Jean, could you prepare Scott's room for our guest?"
"Professor, why don't I fix up my room," Scott asked.
"I'd like you to help me on something later. Come along now," Logan crouched low to Xavier whispering something to him. Xavier nodded and turned to Stitch.
"Nice meetin' ya kid. Jean, Scott," Logan went off to the danger room to go practice.
They finally got up to the school level and the tour started in the east wing part of the mansion. With every room they passed, every inch of the mansion, it seemed as though Stitch wasn't looking at anything. Professor Xavier looked at his watch seeing how late is was and immediately took off instructing Scott to show Stitch more of the mansion.
"Well this is the rec room," Scott waved his hand indicating it as he and Stitch walked in. "You play games, read books, watch TV, do homework, or just hang out." There was a low growl in the room, " are you hungry?" Scott asked as he walked over to a little snack machine.
Scott placed his index finger on where you were supposed to put money, and then two power bars fell to the bottom. "It's genetic recogniton." Stitch didn't move toward him. "Is there something wrong here, because all Professor Xavier is trying to do is be nice and you're all coming out like we're torturing you."
"You don't think I don't know that. I know that you haven't brought me here to torture me."
"Then what!" Scott looked at him as he straightened his sunglasses. "What's with your sunglasses? It's not that bright in here."
"Well, then why don't you take yours off." Stitch replied.
"If you want me to blow a hole in the ceiling." Scott said sarcatically. "My mutant power is optic blasts, and so these are the only thing, other than my eeylids, to keep me from hurting anyone."
Stitch dropped his head and felt his way to Scott. He lifted his hand to his glasses, and removed them. "Well, then we have something in common." Now Scott knew...he knew why he held Jean's hand, held the professor's wheelchair, why the professor wanted Scott to show him around. Stitch was like Scott in a way, not power wyes, but blind. Stitch was blind.