Scott attempted to pull himself together as he went up the stairs and down the hallway to his bedroom. The Professor wanted them to pack some small suitcases to take with them. He heard Rogue down the hall, arguing with Storm about how much she could bring.
"This is a mission, not summer vacation!" He heard Storm admonish.
"But Storm, we haven't been anywhere in ages!"
" Listen to Storm, kid." Logan added to Storm's earlier comment. He had an ancient gray (possibly black at some earlier time) leather bag thrown over one shoulder, and his black leather jacket. " When are we gonna get this show on the road?"
"As soon as I pack." Scott replied, as he continued down the hall.
"Well, hurry up, bud. We haven't got all day!"
He and Jean had shared a modest bedroom and bathroom suite, perfect for two, but now Scott felt that he was just rattling around in it without her.
"Jean…" he moaned softly. "I miss you…" He continued into their room, and a single tear slid down his cheek when he saw the photo on the bed stand of Jean, laughing in front of the Christmas tree; their first Christmas together. Walking over to the closet, he pulled a beat up red duffle bag down from the top shelf. It was hers; she'd brought some of her things to the Mansion in. Scott quickly grabbed a few items, your basic change of clothes, enough for about a week and a few toiletries. With one last glance at the photo on the table, he strode off down the hall back to the Professor.