It was easy to say Jean had been awake for days, and the plane trip had to be the worst part of it. If she were moving, doing something other than sitting in-between Kitty and Jubliee, she'd be fine. But the book she bought wasn't catching her wandering attention, and she couldn't sleep. It wouldn't be safe to really sleep until she had the girls in a safe place. So she tucked the blankets around the girl's shoulders for the tenth time and stared up at the ceiling. At least she had time to think about their next step. Once they got out of the airport, she'd find a hotel for them, and start researching places for them to go. She kicked herself mentally for leaving Logan without planning where to meet, but they would have lost time arguing over where to go and how to get there. He wouldn't have let her hear the end of it if she waited in the mansion for him to come along. A still target is already caught. But he promised to find her, how would he do that now? Not even Parker knew where they were going, so that would be a dead end. Still, Logan had his ways, and he also wouldn't like her worrying about him when she had Jubliee and Kitty to think about. Feeling her eyes getting heavy, she went to sleep thinking hard.
"Ford." Jean jerked awake, thinking she was still in the cell.
"They're gonna let us off in a few minutes."
"Thanks," she covered her face with her hands.
"Do you want something?"
"Water."
Kitty pushed a bottle of water into her hands and she gulped the entire thing down. "Must be dehydrated."
Going through customs, Jean saw a large poster with the heading of KNOWN MUTANTS, and forced herself to look. A few CAPTURED stamps covered the faces of people she had met. She had to bite back a proud grin at seeing Logan at the very top, as the most dangerous of them all.
"Why-" Kitty began to ask, though Jean heard the question in her head.
"I don't know," she murmured, searching a second time for her own picture. It wasn't there.

Jean fell onto the hotel bed, but her nerves were so frayed she couldn't get comfortable. "I'm gonna get a shower." She stripped off her clothes, avoiding the mirror completely as she stepped under the hot water. Having no more than sponge baths in the prison, she scrubbed her skin a few times over with a washcloth until she was a livid pink from neck to ankles. Hair as short as hers took very little shampoo, but she still used a generous amount to get it clean. The steamed room made her feel a little lightheaded, so she made the water lukewarm and sat on the shower floor.
Finally leaving the solace of the bathroom, she looked on the drawn and sleeping faces of Kitty and Jubliee. They lay curled up on their sides, turned toward each other, appearing much younger than their nineteen years. Comfort was what they needed, and it was Jean's responsibility to see that it was fulfilled. Dressing in a t-shirt and shorts, she crawled between them and fell asleep.