Swallowed
two: voices in her head
dis.claimed.

Rogue. They call her Rogue. When she does not respond, still, they try "Marie".

She blinks and finally focuses on McCoy, who is seated across from her. A small victory, they think, until she opens her mouth.

"Bobby."

Ororo perks up. "Shall I go get him for you, Marie?"

"No. I'm here. I'm Bobby. Rogue isn't here right now." 'He' smiles crookedly, the evidence of distress betrayed in soft brown eyes.

Hank McCoy's brow furrows. "She's allowed her psyches control?" The full implication of Bobby's statement then strikes him. "What do you mean by she 'isn't there'? Has Marie been eradicated from her own body somehow?"

"You'd have to ask her." Bitter. 'His' words are thick with the taste of it.

"Bobby." Ororo hisses, the severity of the situation stressing her words. They don't have time for such cryptic answers.

But Bobby is gone, now, and Rogue was never there.