Thank you so much to everyone who has been reviewing- mainly Wen1! Anyways, I'm sorry that I haven't been able to update more frequently. Since it's summer now, I should be able to update more. As of right now, I actually have up to chapter 28 written and I'm currently working on chapter 29. Enjoy and PLZ R&R!

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Jean and Scott informed the Professor, but he already knew. He had been carefully watching Mr. Summers and saw him leave early that morning.

"He did receive a phone call. So the note doesn't lie there. And he did leave immediately afterwards, and he even left his suitcase here. All of which is great evidence to imply his return. But I'm afraid that his intentions are not what they seem and that he's masterminded this whole thing. There is obviously nothing of value he left behind, and therefore, really has no reason to return." He paused realizing that Mr. Summers had left Scott behind, and his 'nothing of value' statement had hurt him. "Scott, I'm not entirely sure that he is in fact your father."

Scott sat silently holding Jean's hand tightly.

"Jean, even you noticed that his thoughts and moods were unreadable. He wasn't wearing a hat to protect him from mutants such as ourselves, and I have all doubts that he is a mutant as well. It's a good puzzle, if I must say so myself. I do enjoy a good challenge once in a while."

"Do you have any clues as to what his motives were for coming here? Do think we're in danger?" Jean asked.

The Professor grinned. "We're always in danger, from one thing or another. In danger from this character I suspect not, but always better to be safe than sorry. Motives? Like I said, it is a good puzzle. Even more so with the fact that he did know things about yourself, Scott, and about your brother and mother that even amazed me."

The first day rolled by without any sign of Mr. Summer's return. Nor any signs the day following. The Professor had Nanny sort through Mr. Summer's belongings, to see if there was anything like a phone number, a cell number, an address, anything they could use to either find him, or to see who he really was. The Professor kept Scott busy and away from his room so that no one else would know that Nanny had gone through Mr. Summer's stuff.

"Professor?" Nanny stepped into his office just as the fifth hour bell rang and his physics class went stampeding out of the room. "I found a phone number, of some kind. There's no name, or anything else written next to it."

"Couldn't hurt to try it, could it?" The Professor picked up the phone and dexterously dialed the phone number. It rang once, then twice, then three and four, five, and finally a voice mail picked up.

'You have reached Mr. Summers at 359-7991. Please leave at message after the –cough- tone, -cough- and I'll get back with you when I can. –Beeeep-'

The Professor smiled. "Well, if he doesn't want to pick up his phone, then we'll just have to find him." We went on to explain how with his phone number they would be able to use the GPS locator that all cell phones have and trace that down to his location. He worked on it a while with Nanny watching carefully, hopefully learning so that if she ever needed to, she could do it. But, she wasn't sure that she could remember everything there was involved in doing it.

"Hmmm, it's stationary and not too far from here at all." The Professor hooked the locator up to map and zoomed in. The cell phone was at a 7-11 gas station in West Hurly, Ulster County. "I'll send Wolverine."

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"Did you get the necklace?"

"Oh, I forgot. No, yesterday I was on the phone with this lady from the art show. I can take 5 students and one of the other teachers from our school. And it's very formal, so I've been busy getting all of the details worked out and working with Colossus to finish up his 'master piece' for the show."

"Who are you going to take with you?"

"I'm going to take Colossus, Psylocke, Shadowcat, Ice Man, and you."

"And the teacher?"

Nanny smiled. "Well … -sigh- honestly, I don't know. I'd like to take Wolverine … but, he's not a very artsy person. I don't think Storm has any interest in going either. Kurt couldn't go unless the Professor could figure out how to take care of his tale and his skin. Jean and Scott- I don't know. I could take the Professor, but he's busy enough without having to go."

"So it looks like Wolverine is the best candidate."

Nanny rolled her eyes. "I'd really take him more as a body guard. I know that sounds weird, but if anything were to happen, I'd need some kind of help. Ice man, Colossus and you have a fairly good grip of your powers, but I'm just afraid that at that point it'd be too late. And I certainly can't defend myself or any of you yet. Haha, I could shoot spoons at them- but my aim isn't very good yet."

"So, when are you going to pick up the necklace?" Rogue asked, returning to the original subject.

"Well today is shot. I'm hoping that I can do that tomorrow."

"Why is today shot? And I could pick it up if you're not going to have the time."

"No you can't! You don't have your license."

"Bobby's been teaching me how to drive."

"On what? A riding lawn mower? And I don't even want to hear your answer if you've been practicing on one of the cars!"

Rogue pressed her lips together and didn't respond. Nanny shut her eyes and shook her head.

"Today is shot because I have to finish writing up all of the forms for the art show. Then I have to load the kiln so that Pyslocke can glaze her pot and finish it. I do plan on going tomorrow. I should have all of the details that I can get so far all straightened out by the end of the day."

"What other details are there?"

"Mainly the small things: how and when to get the art pieces to the show and formal wear for all of us."

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Dinner went smoothly and quietly. Everyone was stressed out for one reason or another- or from multiple reasons. The Professor tried to cheer everyone up by scheduling a series of different field trips and game nights for the kids. He talked with Kurt about Mystique and he talked to Scott some more about his father. Jean was talking to the Professor about the wedding reception and how that would be played out with the children and everything. So even the Professor had things to worry about, besides international disasters and these recent disappearances, AND Magneto himself.

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"Professor …" Wolverine pressed the cell to his ear and spoke softly as he encircled Mr. Summer's car. It had taken Wolverine a few hours to get to the 7-11 and what he found confused him.

"Professor, his door is open, and I don't mean simply unlocked; the keys are in the ignition, the radio is on some talk show … papers are scattered everywhere, but there's no Mr. Summers. Coffee, cold coffee has been spilt all over the seat and floor and there are signs of a struggle on the ground around the car."

"Mmmmm. Where is the car?"

"It's in the side parking lot, but pretty visible from the 7-11 counter. I'm surprised that no one called the cops yet."

"Talk to the employees. See who and what they saw and figure out at about what time Mr. Summers showed up. Also ask if he bought anything else other than gas. Call me again before you get ready to leave. I might have another field trip for you at that point."

Wolverine searched through the rest of the car. He found very little. What he did find amounted to pieces of paper with names barely legible scribbled on them, receipts for candy and allergy medicine, a private eye business card, and Mr. Summer's cell phone. And the employees of the gas station were little help as well. No one specifically remembered Mr. Summers and no one could agree on a time that they all thought they had seen an elderly, stout man come in for gas. One girl remembered him buying a newspaper and a soda though, but those were insignificant details. Thus without any further leads, the Professor instructed Wolverine to come home and to bring the car keys and cell phone with him.