"Ms. Munroe, can you…"
"Ororo, are you…"
"Ms. Munroe, won't you…"
"Storm, I need you…"
"Ms. Munroe, did you…"
She covered her ears. She was tired of the questions, of the pressure, of everyone depending on her. Didn't they see she had her own problems? Shinobi would barely talk to her. She was pregnant with his child. She didn't know what to do. And by the gods, she was hungry. She was angry. She didn't have her best friend to lean on. She felt alienated, alone.
"Ms. Munroe, will you…"
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" she yelled. Lightning struck the tree outside.