Rogue's eyes fluttered open, taking in tall pine trees and overcast sky as the previous night's scuffle flooded her memory. "Riley?" Sitting up she looked around for her new friend and, spotting perched in a nearby tree, stood and walked over. "You okay?"
"I'm fine." Riley respond and lept from the tree, landing quietly next to Rogue. "We need to get going, Wolverine's probably tracking us already. And if he's anything like me he won't stop until the hunt is over." Rogue nodded and followed Riley as they began heading deep into the Appalachian Mountains. Riley's plan was for them to travel down the Appalachians until they hit the center, then turn off and travel by plane to Denver. From there is wouldn't be far to make it to the Rockies, and Logan could not follow their scent if they went by plane.

"So what you want me to do wheels? Rogue and the Wolf cant've gotten far, I can go after 'em." Logan let out a puff of smoke from the thick cigar he was smoking and looked over at the distressed Xavier sitting nearby.
With a sigh Xavier opened his eyes, having been deep in though. "Yes Logan, but be careful. There's no doubt Striker has his team search for Riley. Which means both Riley and Rogue are in great danger."
"Don't worry, I'll have no trouble dealing with Stryker's goons. See ya later bud." Turning Logan walked briskly out of the office and outside to his motorcycle, flicking his cigar on the ground and squashing it with the heel of his boot.
Several hours later a speeding motorcycle roared down a small Appalachian road, Logan following the scent of the two girls, mixed with exhaust and tree sap. "This girl's more trouble than she's worth, but if it's important to the Professor than I'll help him out. Besides, don't want Stryker turning Riley into a superweapon or anything. That'd just make my life a while lot more painful."

'Boarding for flight 407 in ten minutes.' the announcer's voice rang out over airport loudspeakers as Riley and Rogue made their way toward the loading dock. Each of them only carried a small amount of luggage since it would slow them down too much to bring more.
"Come on." Riley motioned for Rogue to follow her, heading quickly towards the boarding docks. Just as they arrived people were beginning to head down the tunnel and into the plane. Within minutes they had made their way through the crowd of people, sitting down in the back of the plane.
"Do you think they're goin' to follow us?" the question came from Rogue who had a concerned look on her face "Ah' don't want them to lock you up again, ah know how it feels to be trapped." She looked down at her gloved hands, letting out a little sigh.
"No, I don't think so. Even if Logan could pick out our scents from the hundreds of others our plane will have left long before we got here."
"Good." the two girls settled back a bit and soon felt a gentle rumbling as the plane lifted off, quickly soaring into the sky high above the clouds. Riley didn't like the the metal machine, though Rogue didn't seem to mind it much.
"So what's your story Rogue?" Riley asked, "Why are you with the x-men, and why did you help me?"
"Ah' can't touch anyone, I haven't been able to for some time now. Xavier found me and helped me, though nobody's been able to control my powers. That's why I've helped you escape, because even though it's different, I know what it feels like to be trapped." Rogue looked down at the plane's floor, the memories flooding back.
"Maybe I can help you Rogue. Just stick with me and we'll figure something out. Trust me." Riley smiled a bit, for the first time having someone she could call a friend. Her smile faded quickly though, as the click of a loaded gun came from behind her and the end of a handgun pressed against her ribs.
"When this plane lands come with us, or your little friend will never see another sunrise."